Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-12-07

 stopped to view the general wreck. while road patrolman galloped up and took bustling charge of every one.
 What's the gentleman's name and address?" he demanded of Richard. who was in the act of raising the Eng lishman's head.
 The Texan was about to answer truthfully when the earl opened his eyes and drawled out languidly, but in sufficiently clear voice: My name is Richard Williams of San Antonio. Texas-Hotel St. Regis-I'll pay all damages. This gentleman has one of my cards in his pocket"
 The earl then closed his eyes delib- erately, as though the matter were en- tirely disposed of-really to shut out Richards surprised and reproachful glance. -.lg
 The real Richard Williams of San Antonio, Tex, was thunderstruck at this limitless display of nerve, but his vigorous protest was checked by an elaborate wink from the sufferer. Ac- cordingly he handed the officer one of his own cards and stood forth ready and eager to answer all questions.
 What is your name?' asked the pa- trolman, notebook in hand.
 "Er-Peter Wilson"
 Friend of this gentleman?"
 Chauffeur" interrupted Croyland quickly.
 "Ahw said the patrolman. Were you driving?"
 ''No," answered Richard truthfully. q gave the wheel to that idiot, and only through a special dispensation of Providence am I now able to answer your questions. Anything more" In measure he had evened up with the earl. but not quite.
 How did your machine happen to run into this mans cart?" continued the officer
 Don't know. Shied at something, reckon" replied the involuntary chauf- feur sarcastically.
 This was not technical, but it anus ed the officer, whereupon, at Croy- lands adroit suggestion. Richard pre- sented him with twenty dollar bill- his own, by the way-and asked him to have the machine lowed to the near est garage, limiting that if MT. Williams were approached properly 1t might not be to the patrolman's disadvantage. The officer made short work of the in- dignant farmer, ordering him to pre- sent his claim to the Layton Motor company, but, first of all, to stop talk i ing He suggested sending carriage and doctor from New Rochelle, but here the lady motorist, who had been an interested spectator, descended from her car and graciously offered to con- vey the two gentlemen back to New York.
 This offer was gratefully accepted, Richard and the patrolman helping the Englishman into the tonneau. The farmer wished to accompany them, but was promptly suppressed by divers threats of the law for blocking public highways.
 MT. Wilson," briskly remarked the young lady, who had given her name as Miss Sempton, q think your em- 1 ployer would be more comfortable if you propped his injured limb on the seat. You would better ride with me-"
 Richard flushed, but obeyed. To be thought a chauffeur by the patrolman was one thing, but the occupation was not so attractive in the eyes of dash ing young aristocrat in leather cloak and cap.
 What address, MT. Williams?" she asked.
 "The nearest hospital, If you please" answered the earl, wincing as the ma chine started
 To Richard the ride was not very pleasant. Miss Sempton talked to him politely, it is true, but much in the same manner as she might have con- suited her groom with regard to the condition of her horses. With the earl she was on different terms, being charmingly solicitous for his comfort and expressing deep regret at his mis- fortune.
 How are you getting on, Mir. Will liamsT she asked, turning her head with a sympathetic smile.
 Jolly" said the earl, though beads of precipitation were glistening on his brow. He nursed his dropping shoul- der and drew what comfort he could from his glimpses of wind flushed cheek and a pair of sparkling eyes that were turned upon him ever and anon.
 They stopped at the entrance of St. ! Luke's hospital, on Cathedral heights, where the bogus Williams, with pro- fuse thanks to his good Samaritan, was borne away by two attendants. The real Richard Williams raised his hat and thanked her also. He was about to follow his friend when Mss Sempton detained him. "One moment, Mir. Wilson. That
 Layton motor you are driving-is 1t l pretty fair machineT Delightful" said Richard, who for | the first time in his life had received his baptism of fire and gasoline b Cheerful as a child, gentle as a won' i an and guaranteed for speed and"- "Is it a water cooler" , Water coolerT' exclaimed the young S man in undisguised astonishment 5 Well, no; I never heard it called that 5 or a temper cooler either. No iceaboui 2 that machine"
 2 Miss Simpton regarded him critical
 Iy through her dropping eyelashes. l Where Is the ignition coil located 7 I "Why-why-under the tank" saiC