Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1906-10-04
The Girl in the Car.
BY EILEEN FARLEY.


he relieved his mind in single ex-
plOsive word -.
Naughty, naughty" chided voice
in his ear, "and wickedly useless" s4s
Dillingham; wheeled about and the
shadowy bundle perched on the fence
stirred and laughed. Then the bundle
shook itself and jumping to the ground
inquired trenchantly, "Smashed?"
II beg your pardon" said Mr.. Dill
bingham, lifting his cap. II took you
for wistaria vine.'
"Thank you," said the girl, gravely
Then, abruptly, us it fun to ride in an
automobile?"
He hesitated. Then, Twill you step
into my auto?"
"'said the spider to the fly" the
girl finished, as she put her hand into
his and stepped lightly up.
Ter face was indistinct in the thick
ening twilight, but he could see that
she was tall ana he liked the musical
huskiness of her voice and the tilt of
her head.
The girl had been settling herself in
Its horrid to be first when one has
date with a man. And 1 was five
minutes late on purpose" resentfully.
Dillingham; dumb with amazement,
gazed at her silently.
She turned suddenly and peered at
him through the dusk. Then:
"Oh," she cried, II believe you're
horrid and silly. And if you do, why
did you come and why are you so
stupid - and oh, I'm very much
ashamed"
Her voice faltered and Dillingham;
Ialed at the suspicion of tears in her
voice.
''Dont-that is-not at all. Don't
mention it. He stopped suddenly
with the feeling that he was making
an ass of himself. Assuredly the girl
was laughing. What kind of a con-
fcundedly puzzling woman thing was
it, he demanded Indignantly.
But, of course, you didn't know it
was bet,' she went on, frightening
up, land that makes difference. You
know I'd have to come on bet, don't
you. I suppose you think school girls
silly things?"
lawfully" said Dillingham;, with
conviction. The girl beside him
laughed suddenly, an odd, gurgling,
low chuckle, quite the kind of laugh
he thought to accompany the prettiest
voice he had ever heard.
ol,~ Lo
only school girl" she rebuked, mock
ingly. Il might be an escaped lady
lilnatic, you know"
"Of course, you didn't have to come,
because I wrote you the note," she
went on, and injury had replaced tears
in her tones. and 1 would never have
written it if Annabel Morris hadn't
bet me fve-pound box of chocolates
that you never even noticed me when
you tipped past. If you knew Annabel,
only you wouldn't want to-, she's
such a catty cat-but if you did, you'd
know why I simply had to take that
bet And, of course, you did see me
why, you smiled three times, so I
could almost count your teeth"
In the gloom the girl missed the
twinkle in Dilllnghams eyes and he
could feel her start of dismay, as he
responded, grimly:
And now what am 1 going to do
with you? Take you back to Madam
What s-Her-Name, I suppose, and tell
her how found you straying from the
fold. Perhaps you can suggest some
delightful fiction for Madam that will
spare both our feelings"
why did you come, then? You
needn't have" she cried, in a quick
little flare of anger. She paused and
added in suddenly meek little voice,
"And I'm so hungry"
Dillingham; smiled in silence at the
forlorn tone. But what should he do
with her? Suppose he did take her to
dinner-he was hungry himself-and
then a little fatherly advice-he had
sisters of his own.
well, where shall it be?' he asked,
br1skly, aloud. "Ye Old Inn" is here,
about, I fancy. ~~--..
<> "Qh, that would be lovely" she,
cried, and at the relieved brightness of
her voice he laughed aloud.
In the subdued light of the vine
covered porch, he surveyed the girl
curiously. She was prettier than he
had thought, with her dead white skin
and black hair, and older than her
schoolgirl chatter sounded-2O, per-
haps, he decided. Then as she sat
down hastily and propping her chin
On her hands closed her eyes. in seem.
ingly sheer exhaustion, he hastily
summoned the waiter. In a minute
he was at her elbow, holding glass
: of wine to her lips. She slipped a
little, then took it from him, and
swallowed it with a quaint grimace.
The wine warmed the pallor of her
skin, and when the soup came, she at
tackled it with dainty nervousness.
She looked at Dillingham;, serene and
good-looking in irreproachable even
ing dress, and he wondered if she
would discover now that he was an
impostor But there was no suspicion