Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1906-03-29

a few horses and burn up three or lou
rubber tires before wheats cut"
Monday evening Lon drove TO the
McFudge home early enough to find
the rubber tire at the hitching rack
OF course Martha MeEudge smiled
sweetly. Did ever woman fail to smile
as she was about to plunge the shining
dagger into her victim heart?
! I'm so glad you've come, Lon" she
said. "Perk and | are going over to
Watson and I'd have missed you il
you'd been a few minutes later
That's just where I'm going. re
torted Lon. If you and Perk don I
mind I'll drive over with you"
Why no, | don't mind, and Perk
doesn't either. Do you, Perk?"
We'll, no, | don't care" he said.
Come along, Lon. and see how real
, buggy runs"
"All right, said Lon, "and I'll show
you how a real horse trots'
But alas and alack! The deep-laid
plot to keep Perk and Martha in the
dust went wrong, all because of the
light-running qualities of the rubber
tire and all the way to Watson Lon
trailed behind and ate dust.
News of Cupid travels fast in the
country with the same speed that news
of a break in stocks travels in he city
and by Tuesday noon the misfortunes
Of Lon Bendell were talked over in
every barnyard in Colerain township.
At Nashville, where the rural free
delivery carrier made his headquarters,
the recent events had grown into a.
sensation and everybody who stopped
at John Bridges general store discuss
cd them with as much freedom as the
protective tariff or the rebate ques
lion.
ITS all up with Lon" remarked
John Bridges. Il reckon | know suth-
in about woman nature an | tell you
there amt a woman in the world th'tnl
throw away a rubber-tire buggy.
Speshly when there's 500 acres o.
good black land round tn barn it's
kept in" said Gil Scatcherd.
That's whut She amt goin' T. fer
git th't he's goin { come int 500 acres
w soon w his mother dies, an thar
amt goin' { be no no long time frum
now"
Ions purity well fixed hisself" OBJ
served Gil. They say stock in Oh |
bank an stock in this railroad
Yes, he's well enough fixed, but he's
TOO gosh burned slow. He cd buy out
Perk, but whut girl wunts is a Teller
full O. ginger, an that's Perk"
No Russian censor ever drew the
blue pencil through the paper for
which More Anon" corresponded and
the next week there was this news
from Colerain:
The new rubber tire has been kept
busy ever since ii showed up. And
they do say it runs so smooth a certain
girl is just crazy over IT, II you don't
believe il ask Lon B.. Looks pretty |
blue Lon"
I'm be hanged If it looks blue" Lon
and he gritted his teeth and
banged his open hand on his thigh In
a way that showed that he was aroused
for the fight Of his life. I'll show him
a thing or two yet
For two weeks Perk Bostwick has
no competition. But how often. oh
how often, when we are sailing along
smoothly we are but gathering a mo
mentum that drives us higher and dry
er on an uncharted rock? Perk sat on
the piano stool in the McFudge parlor
one Sunday afternoon. about a month
after the debut of the rubber tire.
in earnest conversation with Mrs. Me.
Fudge, when a "honk honk" caused
him TO sit up and take notice. The
windows Of the McFudge house filed
up like a Washington hotel on inaugu.
ration day.
ITS Lon Bendell in an automobile,"
somebody yelled, and there was a rush
from windows to the front yard, in
which the car stood.
We'll, Lon!" cried Martha McFudge
IT'S real automobile"
Sure IL is, said Lon. Don't look
like trolley car, does it?"
Whose is it,"
It's mine, of course"
can you run IT,
Sure | can"
Where did you learn to run one OF
those machines, I'd like TO know ?"
asked Perk Bostwick.
oh, | learned from the man who
sells them" replied Lon. ITS no trick
to run one. 1t didn't take me more'nI
a couple of hours to learn TO handle
it,"
oh, ibid just love to ride in I'LL
Martha McFudge.
That's what it's here for, said Lon.
Climb in and we'll take a spin"
The new car was bounding over the
hard. smooth pike.
"oh, Lon!" murmured Martha Nc.
Fudge, Il could just die AUTOMOBILE
ing"
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