The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-07-28
NOT WHAT HER FANCY HAD
 PAINTED TT.

that automobiling is the unalloyed joy 1t is popularly supposed to be-" de- clared with emphasis the girl with the shaded blue veil crossed in the back and tied under her chin.
 Why, thought that only last week you told me your chief ambition was to ride through life on the front seat of a blue and gold touring car?" said her friend, the young matron.
 Well, that was last week." answere the girl in the shaded blue veil. Since then I have had a chance to try it. Not through life, exactly you understand, but through all of one long, hot dusty windy July afternoon.
 Do you remember that splendid young MT. Mcfarland? We'll, he asked me to go with him on club run last Saturday in his new machine. Of course was delighted. On the strength of the invitation immediate | ly bought this three yards of automo- bile veil and considered purchasing a long coat.
 "He has q beautiful car~-all polished 1 till it shone. Blue and gold. just as I wanted 1t to be. And SO becoming to my veil When he placed me on the front seat and we started down Michi- gan avenue and along Jackson boule- yard within the speed limit I had that happy "This-is-the proudest-moment- of-my-life feeling and that Howl wish the other girls-eould now emotion. It was perfectly beautiful I glanced at the women on the other cars as We passed them and thought how much better looked than they did, and wondered what made them get them selves up in those ugly, goggly, deep sea-diver outfits. 7
 T don't blame you for feeling a bit complacent,' laughed the young mat | Iron. My husband says MT. McFar- Hands automobile Is the best in town land Is crazy to get one like H.. But what happened to mar your joy y?''
 "Everything!" answered the girl in the new blue automobile veil "As soon as we left downtown MT. Mcfarland glanced at machine ahead of ours, then refexed his gaze, which had not detected before, upon his speed indica- I tor, his lubricator, his steam gauge, his steering wheel and a few other things.
 We can't let them get ahead of us like that, can we? said he.
 "of course I cried, No, indeed!'
 Then he opened the throttle There was whir and a rush and after that I have no distinct recollection of any thing. All that remains is a vague memory of bracing my feet, clutehing my hat, screwing my face up tight in 8 desperate effort to keep the dust from blinding me and being projected through space. All the time the thought grew upon me how pleasant and comfortable by comparison would be the post of locomotive engineer | "Once every thirty miles or so my companion glanced hastily in my direo tion and, seeking to assure himself of my enjoyment, calculated dust choked 'Well7' or How do you like it?' To which gasped an answer with a heroisn equaled only by my mendacity. 'Finep or Isn't 1t perfectly glorious? 2 I The rest of the time he riveted his gaze upon his speed indicator, his Iubricator, his steam gauge, his steering wheel and the road"
 Upon everything except you and your newblue veil, suppose said the young matron. Was that your griev- ance ?'
 Well, perhaps it was at first.' ad- mitted the girl with the veil. Though after got home and glanced at mir TOT I was devoutly thankful that he l didn't look at me. Also I understood for the first time why the other women incased themselves in goggles and deep- sea-diyer outfits. - Chicago News.