Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1906-08-17


TIN going out to 'thc.ranch, . he said
"The boys are having trouble with til,
hay, and want to see how they'r,
coming on. You won't mind, vii
yon?''
"Of course not, Don. I'm going to b,
all right in a few hours, I'm gla5
you're going. You can bring Ann home
You should have gone with her yester
day."
Y see that now" he answered dryly
1t will be startling world for her
Veil, I'm of. Better stay in bed to
day. I'll be back BY tomorrow night,
think
When he took his seat in his big, fat
powerful auto car his face was set i,
grim lines. us she all right, Henry? p
he asked Of his engineer.
I'm perfect order, SIR"
aShe needs to be- This Is to be q
record breaker"
With his big goggles over his eyes
and his cap drawn low down on his
forehead, Barnett seized the wheel
and the ponderous. painting organism
i began to move. Wheeling into the
street, he let on the full power Of The
engine, and when he drew up a,
Braide's gate the mechanism was no,
with speed, its joints oiled and fric
ttonless-in racing trim.
1 RtoiHc q 0nna n e,v, a1tv.x <-tr. .,..,..
fellow, came out. "Mhat is it ali
about, Don?''
Got your toolsr
He pointed at his bag, Emergency
hit"
Then all aboardr'
Henry leaped out and caught up the
bag, while the doctor climbed in beside
Barnett on the front seat.
"This looks ominous. How much OF
q trip is 1t going to be?''
"Just short rum" answered Bar
nett as he swung the shining red bulk
Of the car into Mogalyon avenue, which
led directly east over. the plain.
| Beneath their feet the puff and click
Of the piston and the pur Of cogs grew
each moment more furious until all
sounds fused into a humming roar.
The keen air of the morning smote the
riders joyially. The flaming sunlight
Slanted upon them with growing heat,
and backward, beneath them, the sod
swept like a tawny carpet, while Bar
nett watchful, intent, composed, work
ed the levers and valves with the skill
of practical engineer. When they had
crossed the two railroads and were
climbing the long, low ridge he casual
~ remarked:
MY foreman, Raymond. is shot, and
you've got to pull him through"
"Great Scott, Don, 1 can't afford the
time! It'll take all day. II I'd
known
you'd have gone just the same" as
serted Barnett calmly. The machine
was again running swiftly. you're
here and you daren't jump out, and
you might as well enjoy yourself. This
Ia to be record run. I'm going to pull
lin by noon"
Braide was young and man Of red
blood and shining eyes. Every well
| 30 it old sportl can stand it If you
can. I'll make 1t a holiday and charge
lyou double for every hour"
When they had reached the top Of the
pass between two pinon spotted hills
the road could be seen for miles, driv.
/ Ing straight into the mist OF the mighty
Missouri valley.
TITS all the way down grade from
here to Omaha" remarked Barnett
II could make the run In two hours
only mustn't invite breakdown
| You seem to value your foreman"
Hes something more than my fore
man. Hes splendid chap. You've
met him-the fellow who went on the
coyote drive with u.s.
"Why, certainly I remember him
I've met him at the club. But he was
very reticent. / didn't get at him
Who Is he? How does he come to be
your foreman?''
Hes little slow about telling his
own life story, but he's all right. ]
think I know the cause OF this shoot
Ing He got into trouble with couple
Of fellows out there, and one Of them
has done him."
| AS they entered upon a particularly
smooth stretch Of road the man at. the
wheel relaxed his hold and said, with
deep feeling: II don't mind saying thai
I'm anxious about Rob. rye grown
mighty fond Of him. He's not one Civ.