The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1908-03-13
The earl then closed hts ewes del,h.

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The real Richard Williams of San
| Antonio. Tex. was thunderstruck at
| this limtless 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 nameT asked the pa
trolman. notebook in hand
"Er-Peter Wilson,"
Friend of this gentleman"
Chauffeur" interrupted Croyland
quickly.
"Ah!" said the patrolman. Were you
driving?"
mo" answered Richard truthfully.
81 gave the wheel to that idiot. and
only through special dispensation of
Providence am I now able to answer
your questions. Anything more?"
In measure he had eveped up with
the earl. but not quite.
How did your machine happen to
Pun into this mans cartT' continued
the officer.
reckon" replied the involuntary chauf-
feur sarcastically.
This was not technical. but it anus
ed the officer. whereupon. at Croy,
lands adroit suggestion. Richard pre-
sented him with twenty dollar bill
his own. by the way-and asked him
to have the machine towed to the near
nct 20 mi no
were approached properly it might not
be to the patrolman's disadvantage.
The officer made short work of the in
dignant farmer. ordering him to pre-
sent his claim to the Layton Motor
company, but. first of alkro stop talk
ing. He suggested sending a carriage
and doctor from New Rochelle, but
here the lady motorist. who had been
an interested spectator. descended from
her car and graciously offered to con-
vey the two gentlemen back to New
York.
This offer was gratefully accepted,
Richard and the patrolman helping the
Englishman into the tonneau. The
farmer wished to accompany them, but
was promptly suppressed by divers
threats of the law for blocking public
highways.
"Mr. Wilson, briskly remarked the
young lady, who had given her name
as Miss Sempton, II think your en-
ployer would be more comfortable if
you propped his injured limb on the
seat. You would better ride with me-"
Richard flushed but obeyed. To be
thought chauffeur by the patrolman
was one thing, but the occupation was
not so attractive in the eyes Of a dash
ing young aristocrat in leather cloak
and cap.
what address, Mr. williams?" she
asked.
1.-THE nearest hospital, if you please"
answered the earl, wincing as the ma
chine started.
To Richard the ride was not very
pleasant. Miss Sempton talked to him
politely, it is true, but much in the
same manner as she might have con-
suited her groom with regard to the
OF her horses. With the earl
she was on different terms, being
sOlicitous for his comfort
and expressing deep regret at his mis-
fortune.
How are you getting on, Mr.. VIII
liams?" she asked, turning her head
with sympathetic smile.
Jolly" said the earl, though beads
Of perspiration were glistening on his
brow. He nursed his dropping Shout |
Ter and drew what comfort he could |
from his glimpses of a wind flushed |
cheek and q pair of sparkling eyes
that were turned upon him ever and |
mon.
They stopped at the entrance Of st. |
Luke's hospital, on Cathedral heights. |
where the bogus Williams, with pro
'use thanks to his good Samaritan. |
was borne away by two attendants.
The real Richard Williams raised his |
lat and thanked her also. He was
about to follow his friend when Miss |
Sempton detained him.
zone moment, Mr.. Wilson. That |
layton motor you are driving-is 1t a
,retty fair machine?'
Delightful" said Richard, who for
he first time in his life had received
lis baptism of fire and gasoline
Cheerful as a child, gentle as wom-
IN and guaranteed for speed and"-
''Is it water cooler"
Water cooler" exclaimed the young
nan in undisguised establishment.
Well, no; never heard it called that,
II temper cooler either. No ice about
hat machine"
Miss symptom regarded him critical
y through her dropping eyelashes.
"Where is the ignition coil locatedT
"Why-why-under the tank" said
richard as wild guess. The young
voman flung back her head and
lughed.
did you learn to drive a motor in
hanson cab, sir?"
ION broncho, ma'am." returned
,ichard, cheerfully seeing the game
'as up.
There" she said as she held out her
and to him, Il knew you were not a
hauffeur! One thing more. Your
riend Mr.. Williams is an -Englishman,
mt he?"
NO." answered the young man sol
mnly; hes a Turk"