The Mena weekly star., 1909-05-20

e"4"h ", Janet, she panted Snafpiy, In a second 'It was the sight oi his iace--so suddenly; I never ex- pected any face would make my heart pump like that again. All of which SHOWS she was speaking quite natur- 4iy ana plaeidly again-"that women may grow too old for men to make tools of them, but never for children come 1t was a shabby sort of hacl, ne was in, drawn by two horses with aupurn tails. Here's the office floor r
 Not a word did Janet Smith say. she was not woman of words in any case. Moreover, the pace which Mrs winter struck was too rapid for com. hents or questions. it swept than, octh past the palm-shaded patio into ne side hall, out on the noisy. dag Ing swaying street. Looking before le'' MISS smith could see the dusty body of hack block away. Mrs inter had stepped up to a huge crimson motor car, in the front seat oi winch lounged the chauffeur, his 'ofehead and eyes hunched under his ,eather visor. The machine was puff Ing, with the engine working. read, 70 leap forward at touch of the lever.
 Twenty dollars an hour if yoa let me get in nowl" said Mrs. Winter. ishtly mounting by his side as sha spoke
 Hey, me? what" gurgIed the chauffeur, plucked out of a half-doze
 on, say, beg your pardon, lady, but this is hired, it belongs"
 T don't care to whom it belongs, I have to have 1t" announced Mrs. Win Ter calmly. Whoever hired it can get another I'll make it all right. You start on and catch that hack with the auburn-taled horses"
 '1'll make it right with your fare!" Miss Smith cut in before the chauffeur could answer. It's case of kidnap- ing. You catch that cabl" She was standing on the curb, and even as she spoke an elderly man and his wife came out of the shop. They stared rem her to the automobile, and in their gaze was a proprietary irrita- non. This was instantly transfused by more vivid emotion. The woman looked shocked and compassionate. 'Oh, pal" she gasped. did you hear ihat?"
 The man was a country banker from Iowa. He had very quick, keen eye: 1t flashed. Case of kidnapping, hey 9" snapped he, instantly grasping the character of the speakers and jumping it the situation. Take the auto, madam. Get move on you, MT. chauffeur!"
 "Oh, I'm moving, all right" called the chauffeur. as he skillfully dived his lower wheels under the projecting load of a great wagon and obliquely bumped over the edge of street car fender, pursued by the motormans curses. q see em, lady; see the red tails; I'll catch 'em,"
 His boast most likely had been made good (since for another block they bore straight on their course) but for an orange wagon which had been over turned. There was rush of pursuit of the golden balls from the sidewalk; ]; policeman came to the rescue of traffic and ordered everything to halt until the cart was righted. The boys and girls in the street chased back to the sidewalk. The episode took barely couple of minutes, but on the edge of the last minute the cab turned a 4f- same corner, but saw no guiding ori- flamme of waving red horsehair. The cross street next was equally bare. They were obliged to explore two ad- iacent highways before they came upon the hack again. This time 1t was in distant perspective, foreshortened to blur of black and a swish of red And even as they caught sight of it the horses swung round into profile and turned another corner. In the turn a man wearing black derby hat stuck his arm and head out of the window in order to give some direction to the driver. Then he turned half around. It was almost as if he looked back at his pursuers; yet this. Mrs. Winter argued. hardly could be, since he had not expected pursuit, and anyhow, the chances were he could not know her by sight
 It was mean street. narrow and noisome, but full of shipping traffic and barred by tramways--a heart. breaking street for a chase. The chauf- feur was a master of his art; he jumped his great craft at every va cant arms length; he steered il through incredibly narrow lanes; he progressed sometimes by luffs. like boat under sail when the forward passage much be reached in such in direct fashion; but the crowd of un- gainly vehicles, loaded dizzily above his head, made the superior speed of the motor of no avail. In spite of him they could see the red tails lessening. Again and yet again, the hack turned; again, but each time with loss, the motor struck it's trail. By now the street was changed; the dingy two story buildings lining 1t were bright ened by the gold-leaf and vermilion; oriental arms and garbs and embroid- cry spangled the windows and oriental faces looked inscrutably out of door ways. There rose the blended odors of spice, sandalwood and uncleanli- ness that announce the east, rocking up out of gratings and pulling out of shops.
 An said Mrs. Winter. softly to herself, "Chinese quarter, is it? We'll" Her eyes changed; they