The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1908-11-12
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II all happened in moment And
10 this day. the Honorable Jack Ray
mead. who was driving along a pleas
ant English lane, cannot explain how
the accident arose. A moment or hes
itation. a slight swerving--a crash,
And here was his brand new Paris
ian automobile overturned in the
ditch. barely "A square foot left sound
and unsplintered.
His beautiful American companion
the woman he loved-lay faint and
still amid the confusion of the smash
up. and heaven alone knew how GER
ious her injuries might be.
To use his own expression II was
the highest corner" the Honorable
Jack had ever been in.
Looking about in his bewilderment,
he seemed 10 be the only living per-
son within d fivemile radius. Looking
down at the unconscious Trinda Tren-
ton, he felt like beauty's murderer.
Miss Trinda, by common consent OF
the county, had been voted the smart
est and prettiest girl who had ever
visited Foxshire.
Though IA southerly wind and a
cloudy sky proclaimed hunting
morning. Jack and she had refused "A
run with the foxhounds. They had
come out together in the spring sun
shine to try the PAGES OF racing auto
mobile. just home from Paris, The
Hon. Jack had made up his mind 10
try his matrimonial fortune al the
same time.
He intended TO slow-up at some sol
itary and sentimental spot and pour
out the measure OF his devotion. Per
haps the prospect made him nervous.
Anyway, he had driven trifie reck-
lessly. lost his head at a critical bend
in the road-and now he was contem-
plating his mornings work with rue
full and unavailing remorse.
Foxshire at first sight and with con-
spicuous lack of originality had chris
tened the American beauty the Belle
OF New York.
And here lay the belle-"his belle"
as the Hon. Jack fondly hoped-white
and stunned and no possible help with
In hail.
Pulling himself together. he extri-
Gated some cushions and rugs from
the heap of debris, lifted her tenderly
on to the impromptu couch and drew
a silver hunting flask from his pocket.
He must try TO force little brandy
between the white lips. Thank God,
she was not badly hurt. AS he gently
supported her head on his arm she
half opened her eyes and looked into
his.
Jack" she said in soft and hating
tones. why don't you speak-you
must know that love you"
The confession came out In little
sobbing gasps. and her companion
stopped and kissed her white hands
reverently.
Now the Hon. Jack was gentle
man to his fngertips. And I'm hang
ed n a chap can be such a beastly cad
az 10 listen TO what an unconscious
girl says" was his first thought. But
what else could man do? II was i'm
possible TO leave her--apd here they
were amid a dreamy stretch of farm
fields and turnips
Jack looked helplessly round and
thought vaguely OF wireless telegraphy
and the general futility or scientific re-
search,
't's all a mistake. dear" she went
on. ito think about money I'm rich
enough for both. jack don't mind
your being poor. dear
Now this was rather a puzzler ia
Jack, who was certainly not poor.
But, OF course, | haven't much com
pared with those American million
aire chaps" he concluded on second
thoughts.
Trinda was the only child of Gen
Trenton. the distinguished United
States ambassador TO France. and this
was her first visit TO England
Early the previous fall she had de
serted the social gaieties OF the Paris
embassy for good winters hunting
In Foxshirel and had come 10 stop
with Countess of leicester. whose hus
band was muster or the smartest pack
OF hounds In the country.
Jack Raymead had been her most
devoted admirer since that first day