The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1907-12-31
Mr.. AuStin'S Car
And Annabel.
BY CECILY ALLEN:
Copyrighted. 1907. by Homer sprague.

"Annabel," shouted the superintend-
ent of the Clarendon Home For Or
phans in his crisp, sharp tone, you
take these five children down to Mr.
Frederick Austin's car-the man with
the gray coat-no, behind you, the dull
green car! Quick, now; we shan't get
started till noon at this rate
Annabel marshaled hes quintet of ex-
cited flag carrying children and pushed
them ahead of her toward the big dull
green touring car.
SIS this Mr.. Austin's carr" she in
luired, restraining five wriggling chill
1ren who just yearned to spring
through the open door.
The young man who had been loung-
Ing with one hand on the steering
wheel sat up at attention as Annabel's
charming voice reached his ear. Every
one, from the irritable. overworked
superintendent to the dull witted help
or in the laundry, loved Annabel's
voice, and it was not remarkable that
this good looking young chap in the
gray coat and disfguring goggles
ever heard. He sprang to the side
walk and swung the children into the
Ear and then extended a helping hand
to the slender girl in her simple shirt
waist suit of striped chambray, which
reminded him Of the deft fingered
nurse who had taken care of him after
his first motoring accident
Gee, but she is a corker! But her
hair viii look just like a gypsy's when
we get to going some"
That was what the young man said
to himself What he said to Annabel
was:
"Are you afraid to go fast? I'd like
to give these Riddles the run Of their
life, but if we're going to do that you
had best take off your hat and tie on
this veil.'
He whipped long gray automobile
veil from a convenient hamper.
8 "a guest left it in the car night be-
fore last 1t looks quite new. Perhaps
you would not mind
mot at ALL" interrupted Annabel,
with a smile that he instantly decided
matched her voice. Deity she tucked
her hat into the hamper, tied the veil
lnder her chin in a bewitching bow
and, leaning back in the big car, smiled
happily at her young charges.
The young man watched the smile
from behind his goggles, and when the
superintendent of the asylum hurried
Up to make sure that these, the last
IF his big family, were properly cared
.or the young man fairly beamed on
he orphanage official.
Going to have a fine run, 1 imag
me-" he said, with a most interested
infection. The superintendent glanced
pack in some surprise. This annual
rip to Van Orden Beach, given by the
Dig automobile club for the orphans,
was not without its, thorns for the SUI
Oerintendent. Most of the owners Of
machines sent their chauffeurs, who
either acted bored and disagreeable or
eased the children or fiirted with the
young women attendants. At the gen
al greeting in the quiet, cultured voice
he superintendent felt almost CRATE
tul.
Il hope it will be a good run and q
pleasant day. I'm sure it is very kind
Of you club members to take a per
sOnal interest in the children"
The young man started to say some
hing in reply, but the superintendent
lad to answer a call farther down
he line. The young man turned on
The power, with certain grim lines
forming around his mouth, though be-
hind the goggles his eyes twinkled.
Away went the long, flashing line OF
many cOlored automobiles and their
burden of shouting, hurrahing chill
1ren in pink and white and blue and
white checked gingham.
Annabel was so grateful that she
lad graduated to stripes. There had
been a time when to her pink or blue
checks were almost synonymous with
prison stripes; but, after all, she had
decided, things might have been much
worse with her.
At the beach the children tumbled
put of the cars and made wild rushes
for the surf Most Of the chauffeurs
Dr. car owners hurried back to town or
ran into popular rOadhouse Il mile
beyond Van Orden's, but Mr.. Austin
had evidently started out to give his
carload of orphans the time of their
lives. He did not squander money, but
each Of the i've had a ride on the mer-
ry-go-round, while Mr.. Austin himself
held the youngest girl on the wild
looking ostrich she had chosen as her
steed. And Annabel watched them
from the unsightly green benches, her
eyes dancing with sympathetic pleas
ure, and a score of fascinating brown
tendrills escaping from beneath the
soft gray veil. Annabel felt bit
guilty about that veil. She could have
taken it off and resumed her hat di-
rectly they reached the beach, but
those yards and yards Of filmy chiffon
felt so soft and aristocratic to her fas-
tidious touch.
After the merry gO-rOund ride came
trip through the old mill, and then
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