Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1908-02-07

NOOt, ana the ADDRESS, BlnRhamtOn, N. y,
on every bottle.
By Jove, We even known it to con-
done hump
Here the conversation stopped sud
denly. The machine had done the same.
They were far out on the Westchester
road in the vicinity of New Rochelle,
with nothing in sight but farmers
truck wagon approaching from an OPP
posite direction. with Il big yellow dog
trottng beside the wheel
The earl drawled something about it
being most eXtrawdn'ry" and began
to manipulate the various levers. but
without results. Clearly he was I'M
familiar with the vagaries of this par
ticular brand of motor He descended
from the car and turned his engine
over, being rewarded by a Gathering
roar which caused him to leap back
into his seat again. He released his
brake and inadvertently threw his
weight upon the speed controller The
machine arose and rejoiced as strong
man going to battle
described it. the thing first bucked
and then boited for nowhere in partic-
ular 1t attended to the yellow dog
first. then ate up the farmers wagon.
turned over on its back and kicked up
its heels. hollering like calf under the
branding iron"
Tie graphic historian found himself
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fence until he alighted in q soft field,
where he plowed up considerable
earth. but sustained no serious injury.
The Earl of Croyland had Jared worse.
In his headlong plunge he had struck
a fence post. wrenching one leg badly
and fracturing his right collar bone
The irate farmer arose from the dust
with bleeding nose and Immediately
put in claim for damages, not only
for his wagon and his valuable dog.
but for loss of time and the greater
portion of his costume. Nothing
seemed to have happened to his vocab-
ulary. it was noticed.
Richard crawled under the barbed
wire fence back to the road and turn
ed his attention to his injured friend.
In the meantime a correctly attired
young woman driving a Panhard
stopped to view the general wreck,
while road patrolman galloped up
and took bustling charge of every one.
whats 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
a 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 DELHI
erately, as though the matter were en-
tirciy disposed of-really to shut out
Richards surprised and reproachful
glance.
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.
An" said the patrolman. Were you
drlving?"
NO" answered Richard truthfully
II gave the wheel to that idiot. and
only through special dispensation of
Providence am ! 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. SHED at something.
recko on" replied the involuntary chauf-
feur sarcastically.
This was not technical. but 1t anus
ed the officer. whereupon, at Croy-
lands adroit suggestion. Richard pre-
scented him with a twenty dollar bill
his own. by the way-and asked him
to have the machine towed to the near
est garage, limiting that IL Mr.. Williams
were approached properly it might not
be to the patrolman's disadvantage.