Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1904-12-10

awful cad9 tnat L should hate to ride
with them. | suppose now that sort of
thing is not in your lineg'
/ Marion laughed 'Well, hardly" and
then she paused. A wild idea had flashed
into her brain. 1T happens strangely
enough, though, that / have heard of a
driver only this very afternoon. The
the person has won several races and has
qualifications that are quite unexcep-
! fionable."
What is the fellows name?"
"Yanderheim."
"oh! American l suppose? Well, so
much the better. wish you would send
word to him to come up for trial trip
tomorrow. By Jove, Marion, what a
brick you are!''
For finding you chauffeur? Well,
! hope.it may prove So"
please, sir, the cars at the door,
Donald Wainwright looked out on a
dense fog depressing to every sense But
he was anxious to try his new toy "All
right, I'll come" he answered. rs the
new chauffeur here?"
The valet eoughed discsreetly. ''The
new? Oh, yessir! if that is the
name, sir. And rummy name it is, and
the funniest go / ever knew" he added
in scandalized aside as he helped his
master into his big fur coverall.
The electric light was switched on in
the hall, and as Donald Wainwright
stumbled out into the gloom he felt al
most blinded by the sudden transition.
"All right; go ahead" he said. and away
they rushed. Il say, do you think it's
safe to make quite such a pace in the
Idarkness2" he inquired anxiousjy.
Quite safe"
The words were simple enough, but
he started and peered anxiously across
at his companion on the driving seat. He
could make out nothing but dark mass
surmounted by a white peaked cap. you
have won three races in America | I'M
derstand!"
Yes"
And you feel quite competent to drive
in Iondon?"
Quite"
The machine swerved by hairs
breadth thus Just avoiding numbering
bus, and pursued its rapid course. They
were leaving the crowded streets behind
them and the fog was lifting.
What nationality are your
American"
How long have you been chauf-
feur?"
There was a perceptible pause and
then, Il don't know
You don't know! Whom have Won
driven for3"
My father"
Your father? Why, then, how old
are your"
No answer came.
How old are your" he repeated i'm
patiently. "Come, ] have right to
know" and he laid his hand on the
drivers arm.
1t nearly cost him an accident, for the
jerk of the hand on the wheel caused the
machine to swerye suddenly aside and
nearly send it against the curbstone.
The driver righted it in the very nick of
time and sent it flying anead at an in
creased pace. Both were trembling, but
not with fear. In that instant they had
run under an electric light and caught a
glimpse of each others faces.
BY Jovel It's little Lena muttered
Wainwright, and then fell silent in sheer
asnazement.
She slowed down the machine and
turned to him. let me tell you how it
came about" she said. 1T was Marion.
She sent me your address. / did not
Enow who you were. Oh, you must be-
ieve that"
"0f course I believe it. You always
Gid avoid me" he answered ruefully.
She nodded in gratified manner.
We'll, | saw you under the electric light
as you came out of the hall, but you
did not see me in the fog, and / hoped
to get back before you found out"
But now | have found out, and you
cannot possibly escape and leave me in
the lurch; | cannot drive myself. Lena,
do you remember those days in the noun
tains?''
Il can't she said Not now. I'm too
busy" but the car was slowing down
and was almost at a stop. There's
something wrong. The battery is giving
out, / wish had looked at it before
we started"
Il don't" said he, "for now you will
have to wait until you have answered
my question, and then--why there is
fresh charge in my bag"
She sighed resignedly "Wcll, what is
it you want to ask ?"
DO you remember those days on the
mountains ?"
I'm not likely to forget them | should
think" she answered demurely, "consid
ering who met there"
"Ah, you meant"
Marion Wesley, of course"
"Oh, Marion! Yes, she is dear good
creature, still do wish you had said"
'Who?"
why, me-
You? The idea! Why should L re-
member youy'
All, why, indeed ?" he sighed Il dare
say you forgot all about me long ago.
But never forgot you, Lena. and ]
wouldn't even look at any of the New
York bellies. Why, there was one old
fellow-he'd heard l was heir to title.
suppose for he was a millionaire-who
actually proposed to me for his dauohter
/ would not even meet her"