New-York tribune., 1909-09-05

attempt to turn would surely mean a spill. He
shouted to the driver to put full speed and
leaned far over the hood 10 raise the bar when
they reached il.
The scheme only partly successful for the
heavy bar struck the driver knocked him sense
less, though passing safely over the others of the
party. The owner grabbed the steering wheel and
turned the automobile down the track racing in
front of the train which almost on top of
them The car careened ana spilled the uncon-
sclous driver, and the mudguard strucl, him and
rolled him down the railroad embankment.
The car raced ahead Of the flyer for quarter of
mile and then both We're brought To stop
When the automobile got back to the driver they
found him sitting up and rubbing his head
The wise man usually takes the glll beside him
on the drivers seat The allegation is that the
riding is easier where the going is at all rough
Mr.. Niseman was riding with girl. and having
her beside him in his runabout. he was not giving
speed exhibitions. but might even be said to be
dawdling. He ran along through the woods at
changing speeds slowing down from time to time
through some particularly lovely stretch and at
others speeding up for a sunny mile or two in
search of more leafy idnng. The car was not a
new one ana probably needed overhauling Doubt
less the very dawdling and the idle changing Of
speed contributed To the loosening the crank pin
AT any rate. they slid down a long. gentle hill
with the power or spied a shady woods in the dis
tancc, and threw IN the power to shoot away A
dozen revolutions of the engine and something
began to bump and knock while the car slowed
rapidly and the engine continued full speed
The driver threw on the brake and climbed out for
an examination. while the girl no less interested
in car in which she have a part
ownership. offered advice. The got out his
repair kit. put his ovoralls and spread down
his canvas and crawed under the car.
1t did not take him long To that he had a
serious job on his hands. In the circumstances he
moderated his expletves and did some hard think.
ing on the easiest way out But his brain seemed
to run around in circles and the only thing he
could think of to curse the luck that gave
the job Of making a crankpin."
He crawled out from under the car got out his
hammer. piece of steel couple of files and a
hand wise. and went back again measure the
size of the pin. While he under the the
second time his brain really began work.
Forty miles from garage. Make that pin or
walk. Ten miles TO the nearest railroad station
Mildred would hate him Probably she
would throw him No girl would welcome a
ten-mile walk a hot day. when she had come
out for automobile ride. Coises on the luck.
The file old and would touch the steel
Coses and more coiscs."
Mildred waiting. Have you nearly finished,
dear?"
What could he do? All. ha, A thought, THE
car ran all right for half mile The engine began
TO pound. lie stopped the hundred yards
back with just ordinary luck. he would find that
pin
The man crawIed from under the car the
bright light of hope in his eyes and off on the
back track lope Fifty steps, and he gave
shout stopped hurIiedly and back waving
small piece of metal triumphantly over his head.
Five minutes more, and the was once more
on its way. and Mildred was saved a ten-mile
tramp.
A little hammer, q piece of Steel and thou
Beneath the car,
And lli were Well, uow-