Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-01-27

veil. and hung another veil which had in 1t
a protective window of tale over her pretty
face. And then she put on a great motor
coat She was very much guarded from
the dust and the weather externally, but in
side the ugly chrysalis was as spruce a
Kitty O'Neill as any man could have sighed
after.
Wagner, as usual, when he was wanted,
had lust gone out for something. But
Kate had an enthusiasts knowledge of hel
that years forty-horse car. She saw thai
both electric and magnetic iSnitions were
switched off, and then she turned on her
gasoline, flooded the carburetter, and ap-
piled herself to the starting handle. There
was a high compression in the engine but
she was strong. and just then she was
goaded by something which made he" put
out just fraction more (she thoughD than
the full Of her strength. She filled the
cylinders with gas. Then she threw in the
switch to all the insulators. and the engine
started most obediently. She stepped into
the driving seat. collected her wraps, threw
out the clutch. dropped in the first speed.
and let the clutch slide home.
The car drew out as II It had Deen
hand wave to Mrs. Craven Then she got
on to the direct drive Of the third speed.
and checked her throttle to keep down the
pace till she was out OF the e tratnc; s,e
reckoned, land the train goes through there
in just sixty-one minutes from now. Well.
1 should average thirty-five miles an hour
time to find some one to take charge of the
car, and buy ticket to Liverpool Tor
myself"
They pulled GU of the village. and Kate
notch by notch The purr of the motor in
creased in shrillness. She drove OFTEN her
self, but seldom at high speeds. ana JUST
now, when she got into the long empty
stretches Of straight, out of sheer exhllara-
ton she let out the great car TIL 1t was
wheeling along at good forty niles 10 tne
hour. 1t swayed rather dangerously. put
she had no nerves to be ruhed by trine
like that The motor was giving out Its
high note of exultant speed. and she was
thrilled with the power she rode.
Woods and rocks few by, mile after mile
of fencing shot astern. but still the great
car sang along its way, now humping over
q grip, now slackening a tribe on rise
The rhythm of the engines sounded IN her
ears like q poem, and she tended TO their
needs with a real affection: the pelt Of the
And then came the downfall. whistle
shrieked out from behind her, another
whistle shrilled in front. and policeman
sprang from the hedge. Kate was In no
round the man. With ignorant courage he
leaped across the road to stop her. She
threw out her clutch and desperately set
her brakes. The great car lurched. slid,
sidled. and all but overturned. The police
man. by q marvellous mixture OF skill. pres
ence of mind. and luck on Hates part. was
not killed. But he stood screening his hand
on q very warm radiator, and Kate sat
white-faced at the Wheel tanning down her
insuIted engines.
After that there was no hurry. She plead
ed a life and death engagement. but the
majesty of the law was rufiied. and saw to
1t that all things were done with dignity
and In order.
Kate was charged with driving to the
danger of the public. The road was entirely
deserted just there. and there was no pub
lie, but she admitted the crime, gave name
and number, and humbly asked to go. But
not bit Of 1t. The law wanted to see her
driving license, which Of course she had not
got, and then out came note books and PEN
ellis. The criminal lost her temper, and so
sat herself in the sea- of government.
Kate reached Carnforth station just three
minutes after the express had left, and was
half-minded there and then to give up the
chase. Carter would sail in the Secondee at
the appointed hour, and when he got to
Las Palmas and heard the news he would
return to her by the next boat She was
sure enough of that. But no. she could not
let him go. 1t might be terrific thing) un-
maidenly of her to thrust herself and her
news In his way, but she could not help 1t.
Besides, a fear craRped her when she
thought of Cascaes. She had heard to her
horror of the knife that Cascaes had WELD
ed SO undeftiy in the dark along the Telde
road, although indeed Carter had made no