Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1904-06-02

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THE CAR sPRANG AHEAD AT FULL SPEED.
came over to smoke an evening cigar
with Clavering. Winters was twenty
eight and not particularly impression
able. However, when his eyes met
Phillipa's he was as clay in the potter's
hand. Clavering saw it was the begin
ming; he took long breath as one who
intends to run good race
To those who knew Mr. Clavering
his behavior during the next few weeks
was inexplicable. When Winters took
Phillipa to the links, Uncle George
went with them, although 1t was
known that hitherto a mere mention
of golf was sufficient to open the flood
gates of his vituperation. More than
this, he went over the course with
them, making desperate lunges-with
the wrong club-at the elusive ball and
secretly determining to return later
and stealthily assassinate the whole
crew Of grinning caddies.
He had never been a dancing man,
yet when Winters took Phillipa to the
Country club hop it was Uncle George
who managed to dance with her the
greater part Of the evening. His waltz
ing reminded one of some stately walk
gone wrong, and he was hopelessly
tangled in the figures Of the newer
dances. Still, with Spartan courage he
stuck to 1t, and when finally Winters
had spirited Phillipa to a corner of the
| veranda where the moonlight was par
ticularly suspicious Uncle George came
strolling up with cheerfully obtuse
smile on his perspiring face.
The day Of the hunt he rode afield
after the pair, taking fences that
sent shivers coursing up and down his
spine and putting his horse to water
jumps which materially increased his
| gray hairs. Wherever his niece might
be, there was Uncle George. He was
keeping an eye on Phillipa."
81 don't know how you class Mr..
Winters" Phillipa said one evening.
"He isn't a fool, and he doesn't
SEEM
'My DEAR" Clavering remarked, che,
is demon Of the deepest dye" They
had been sailing with Winters that
afternoon in the rough waters around
the outer ledge, and the qualms of tbs
deep were still strong upon him.
It was the last day of Phillipa's stay
at the Cedars. Clavering was con-
graduating himself that on the NOR
row she would be gone. Then, to
use his own expression, he would go
into dry dock for repairs. AS Phil
lipa and her uncle sat on the veranda
after lunch Winters came up the drive
in his powerful touring car.
ooh, l say, Miss Trent" he said,
this Is your last day here, and I
haven't shown you the Knob. Shan't
we take run over there?"
"Delightful," murmured Phlllipa, ris-
ing.
"See here" said Clavering, II haven't
been over to the Knob since l was q
boy. Do you mind taking me along?''
Join us by all means" said Winters,
with cheerfulness marked Counter
felt" all over it.
The prospective departure of Phillipa
seemed to affect the two men very
differently. All the afternoon, during
the ride and the climb to the summit
of the Knob, Clavering was as light
hearted as boy. Winters was tact
turn almost to sullenness. PHILIPPE
was pensive.
When it was time to return, Claver
ing climbed into the car first anG
fondled the brakes and levers.
II believe I could run the thing my
SELF" he observed.
Simple as A B c. said Winters.
"You steer with this, eh," said Uncl,
George, "and start it with this-so?'
The touring car started ahead "Ha!
thought so. How do you stop her
Hey! Rod, how do you stop herr"
A sudden inspiration came to Win
tiers.
"Shove that lever down." he shout
ed-"way down"
The car sprang ahead at full speed
Clayering gasped and shouted some
thing which was lost in the roar O
the laborlng gear. Steering wildly
the car reeling from one side of tn
road to the other, he went bangin.
up the road and disappeared over tn
crest Of little hill in cloud of dust
"Oh!' cried Phiilipa in dismay. "Ol
ho" could you! He may be killed"
"He deserves to be-" said Winter
grimly.
Some twenty minutes later the re,
touring car appeared on the crest o
the hill, coming in their direction. Il
it was Clavering, hatless, covered wit
dust, but triumphant. He brought hi
serpentine course a finish in from