The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1907-04-26

Another automobile came footing up
behind them and passed them on the
road. It was occupied by Madge Racer
and Maurice Ankeney.
The vague depression that had been
haunting Jean became poignant. She
felt misused.
"Queer taste he has," she observed,
with a curl of her lip. Then to hide
her pique she conjured a spirit of dar-
ing.
"Oh, let's pass theml Do. do"
Harold Buckley, ready to please her
Or possibly for reasons of his own, en-
tered into the sport and put on power
with great abandon.
Jean was almost delirious with the
excitement of swift motion. "How jol-
ly'- Then came a sudden jolting and
a desperate adjusting of brakes. They
had struck a rocky place in the road.
Before Harold could slow up Jean was
almost shaken from her seat. The
suns rays, on a level with their eyes,,
blinded them. There was a loud re-
port, q scream from Maurice Ankle
ney's auto, which they had grazed in
stopping, and they toppled over into a
shallow ditch, with an extra tire hang
ing to one of their wheels.
Jean felt a sharp pain in her arm as
she picked herself up; then the diver
sion Of what followed made her forget
herself. The blond heiress followed up
her screams by an attack upon Harold,
who had just extricated himself whole
from the ditch.
"Mr. Buckley, this is a great way to
driver she cried in her high voice with
its slightly foreign accent. "Why don't
you look at your road?"
But she was instantly Modified by
Harold's abject apologies and shook
hands with him quite sweetly.
Maurice, who had got to work with.
out loss of time, had almost finished
putting on a new tire when Jean felt
so faint that she had to sit down on
the grass. The pain was coming back
into her wrist.
1t was just then that Maurice Ankle
ney happened to look over his shoulder.
He burst out roughly to Harold, who
was still busy with the heiress, Don't
you see the girl is hurt?'
He got to her first, but in a second
they were all bending over her. She
assured them that it was only a sprain.
ed wrist.
Maurice gave Buckley his handker-
chief, ordering him to bandage the in.
jured arm tight, and flew back to work
again at the tire.
Jean received a feverish impression
through her pain that there was q
parley and almost an alteration.
Maurice seemed to be out of patience
with everybody, and the heiress played
him a close second. Jean couldn't see
all the time, but she heard Madge
Racers voice grow shriller and shriller.
"No; MI. Buckley must take the back
seat with Miss Boyce. I'll ride in
front"
But Mr.. Buckley said that some one
must stay with the disabled machine.
1t came hastily to Jean that he Jug
gested Maurice as the to do this.
At this Madge Racer insisted that they
take Buckley's auto in tow.
After what seemed hours to Jean she
felt herself lifted up in somebody's
arms, and the next thing she knew
the wind Of rapid motion against her
face brought everything clear to her.
Maurice at her side looked back grim
ly over his shoulder and swore under
his breath.
Call right?" he questioned, seeing her
looking at him. "Guess l surprised
them this time. She thought l was go
ing to wait to take Buckley in tow,
with you about to keel over there on
the ground"
But didn't keel over" Her voice
sounded far away.
"Oh, no, you didn't. You're game.
I'd like to see the heiress in the same
fix"
There was so much Of genuine ad-
miration in his look and tone that Jean
took new strength for a moment. She
must have been weak, too, or she
would not have said what she did next.
"Do-do you really care for her
money!"
Maurice gave her a sharp. quick
look. "You must be out Of your head"
he muttered us he bent again over the
guide wheel.
When he was ready to leave her at
home. after the sprain had been cared
for and the color was creeping back
into her cheeks, he stood over her
couch and asked humbly:
sam l sufficiently blotted out?"
II think you are" she laughed.
"But I'd like you to be sure" he in,
sisted.
Il am sure" declared Jean. and the
look that came into his blue eyes tolt
her that he was satisfied.
Trespass Notices.
"Here is q curious notice which ap
pears on a sign near Saddleworth
church. known to fame as the burial
place Of the victim of the Bills O.
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