The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1903-04-04

his machine refused to obey orders,
and remained immovable.
Hello! Those little darkeys must
have been fooling with it," he re-
marked, jumping out.
A half hour of coaxing, pulling,
jerking and experimenting, resulted
in the discovery that no motion could
be induced out of that costly and
comfortable auto. The night had
fallen, and they were 20 miles from
the city, in lonely part of the par
ish.
No one lived near the De Courcy
place, Gordon knew, as also that
there was no possibility of getting
a horse or vehicle of any kind
| within radius of five miles.
I'D idiots!" Gordon apostro-
phised under his breath. the causes
of the catastrophe, while scratching
a match to light the lantern.
"What on earth are we to do?"
Alice asked anxiously. The whole ex-
tent of the evil had not yet dawned
on her, Gordon plainly saw.
A full moon had risen, and threw
its pale, white glory over the pillared
front and white marble steps of the
once beautiful old home, poetizing its
ruins and giving a solemn grandeur
to it's melancholy solitude.
"We must go back to the house.
Ill build a fire in the hall, and
dare say I'll find a chair or something
for you to sit on. Wen take these
cushions. Then I'll go in pursuit of
some sort of trap or wagon. After
all, we are in civilized community.
l can't tell you how awfully sorry
am. 1 know you'll never forgive me-"
"Oh, it might be worse" Alice said.
you might have run into tree and
broken my neck. Those things hap
pen when one goes driving in autos.
you know"
There was no trouble about max
ing the fire. Tramps had evidently
done so before.
But when Gordon started to go in
search of help so distressful look
came over Alice's face that he
stopped short.
'Oh, don't leave me here all alone!"
she cried, half laughingly. THAT
murdered girl will be sure to come
out to keep me company. Id much
rather you'd stay. A market cart or
somebody will be sure to pass by be-
fore long. Let us sit out on the
porch"
Gordon held her hands and looked
in the lovely upturned face, and along
with his remorseful anxiety strange
exhilaration pervaded his whole be-
| ing.
They stood on the porch, and long
shafts of moonlight flooded the tan
gled garden and threw long shadows
from the tall pillars over the marble
| flooring.
The voices of the night were
abroad. but Gordon and Alice were
strangely silent.
a juggling of harness and rum
bling of heavy, slow-moving wheels
were audible down the road.
| "Alice, sweetheart, you are en-
gagged to me, you know, il only for
a short time, and at your sweet will
and pleasure" Gordon said, holding
her hands and drawing her gently
| toward him.
"And Fan?" Alice said, drawing
back.
what has she to do with us?" Cor
don asked, surprised.
! With low cry Alice yielded.
That's the way them burned ma
chimes act" the man said, who, driv-
ing his cart piled up with vegetables
to market was hailed by Gordon. II
guess you and your wife can sit up
here. You'll be pretty crowded, and
you won't get to town for over three
hours. Them machines can't be
trusted"
Three hours? 1t seemed about
half an hour to Gordon when they
reached the outskirts of the city and
they took the belt electric car.
"What lovely, terrible adven-
ture! How you must have enjoyed
being thrown out and smashed up"
exclaimed pretty Mrs. Madge For
roster, futtering in the next day for
five o'clock tea. "How dreadfully
mean of you, Alice, not to tell me of
your engagement! To think of your
keeping it a dead secret all this win
ter! WONDERFULLY. o. Times-Dem-
ocrat.