The Democrat-sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1906-1935, 1906-11-22

car The storm 'hnd broken on them,
and the rain drove bllndingly In their
faces Trees. fields and road seemed
blotted out The rain was stu coming
down in torrents as the two machines
spurted up the gravel driveway under
the Feresters' porte cochere, and VIII
loughly opened the door for Olivia as X
1t was an everyday occurrence, though
none of his family had set foot within
the Forester grounds I'm lifetime.
Olivia, dlsbevelcd and breathless,
stood dripping in the hall, whilo her
father in passion of resentment listen
, ed to the story Of her afternoons aa-
venture. And In the house across the
way young Willoughby mused with an
unlghted pipe between his lips. What
would she have thought" he murmured,
"if she had known that the breakdown
of my bully old motor was nothing but
ruse from start to finish3 But alPs
fair In love and motoring"
But the barriers OF the feud were
down. and between Olivia and Will
loughby acquaintance deepened Into
intimacy. They took long rides through
the country, the two machines whirl-
Ing along side by side. "I've never had
chauffeur" said Olivia on enc Of
these occasions.
"But you should" Willoughby whlm-
sically protested. "I know of some one
who's longing for the place"
"Why, what began Olivia and then
stopped. The look in Willoughby's eyes
was not one of banter.
"Pm not worthy of It," he went on,
"but still dare to ask. And IL you'll
say yes I'll do my best to steer
straight and well and guard you to the
end of the journey. VIII you trust me,
OllviaT
Always" she answered, and from
the autumn slope of the hill down
which they rode it seemed as IL the
whole world lay golden before them.
But their dream was destined TO end
with startling abruptness when VIII
loughby wrote to her father, for 1t
gave the old gentleman grim salts
faction TO refuse all terms of concilia-
ton He cherished the feud because IL
belonged to the old order of things, ana
for him custom was not easily uprOot-
ed. 10 Olivia's many entreates be
made the same obdurate answers. But
there was In her spark of the same
unquenchabie fire that burned in him,
and his determination famed Its en-
bers to blaze as she went quietly on
with her preparatlons-prepara OF
which no one knew save Willoughby
and Mr.. MacWurter, the village JUS
tice, who had known Olivia since child
hood.
"This Is rOmantically old fashioned
enough to suit even your father" de-
clared Willoughby as they sped through
the moonlit night on their way to the
S:15 train.
Olivias answer was u clutch on his
arm. Listen" she cried. Were be-
Ing followed. IT'S father-in my ma
chlne-with Murray. the groom"
Willoughby's chauffeur put on full
speed, and the waiting MacWurter was
caught up with cyclonic rapldity. The
car was still plunging forward at
terrific rate as lie jolted out the words
of the hurried ceremony. 1t was
race for love, and the auto won-barely
won; they had not reached the village
station before the other machine came
alongside.
For the first time in many years old
Chiffon Forester aad been completely
taken out OF himself. The long stretch
of road white In the moonlight, the
crisp air of night rushing past him, had
filled him with tremendous exhilara-
tion. He half forgot the lovers in the
keenness OF this new sensation. His
blood felt like wine in his veins. The
ivory tint of his face had taken on q
glow His eyes sparkled. To Oliyia's
startled gaze he looked strangely
young. or the torrent of denunclation
that the runaway pair had expected
there was none.
'You young FOOLS" said Chiffon For
ester pleasantly, you young foOisr
And then, leaning toward his son-in-
law. he inquired with passionate inter
est, what is the make of your ma
chine?
Thus ended the Forester feud.