The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1910-03-02
CHAPTER XIV.
The Chase.

II ATRICk, Mr.. Warrens chauffeur,
- was not altogether a fool. He
had sped his masters car for
something like half an hour
when he began TO think he was max
ing fool of himself
The job he held was as good as any
so far as the matter OF pay went.
Stephen Warren EraS usually a fairly
just sort of employer, though not in
Clined TO brook libeTdes OF an unwar-
ranted degree.
But the great advantage of his posi-
ton was the red devil he drove. He
had mechanics ability to personify
q machine.
And from the moment when he saw
/ the huge vermillion car in the shop TO
which Warren had taken him for
look at a better auto than the old one,
PaJrick's heart had gone out toward IL
as in a case of love at first sight
II had been through his own influence.
artfully exerted, that Mr.. Warren had
overcome his farmers disposition 70
4 economic and had paid a whole thou
sand dollars more than he had intended
For the two weeks that the gaudy
automobile had been in the possession
OF the Warren family Patrick had
looked upon the drivers Of less imposing
machines with a contempt which was
endangering his popularity among
| them.
And now. as the great car bounded
| evenly forward without a creak or
snap, out Of its proper swift hum, the
I thought OF giving her" UP became a
little too heavy for his sentimental
mood.
He stopped short. For a moment he
| rested his bare arms on the wheel and
| seemed lost in thought.
Then he backed the thing about and
/ started for home
7 suppose III be getting a lecture,
/ but I think I en- hold me JOB. he
whispered TO the frefies Whizzing past
/ He made better time on the return
/ than on the out journey. and, three
Quarters Of an hour from the moment
/ when he had seen Elizabeth board the
stepped upon the porch OF his master 5
Elizabeth the old man called from
/ son. ewhers in the shadows Of the vines.
J sure. she Cidn'- come back with
/ me- Patrick announced bluntly.
/ What Did she stay at Mr.. Green's -
/ stephen Warren asked with Just trace
of irritation in his tone.
! "Dn~l a bit Of tiff you'll excuse
me, sir-she didn't 90 no nearer Mr..
! Green's than the railroad station"
Mr.. Warren arose from his armchair
With an alacrity which was credit
Ito his preservation al his years
] What the dcvil2-What We're you do
ing at the railroad station2' he shouted.
Sure, Sir, she told me- she wanted 70
go down there Cor a minute II wasn't
fur me to be askin' what she was goin'
fur
And what hap2eued7 Don't stand
there numbling apologies like a darned
fool-tell me wha- she did
That's just what 7 don't know, Mr..
Warren. The milk train was standin'
on The other sidc Of the platform. OF
course, never thought Of her boardln'
II. sir.
"Onc Of tn lamps wasn't actin like
il ouChter. an I got out 20 have a look
at IT, When I got through fZin' IL, the
milk trair was gore. Stil I didn't
think no-hin' about her gOin' on the
train. 1 been waItin' for her ever
since"
You Internal idiot-you haven't the
sense Of a jackass. You are discharged
you can get your pay from Mrs. War
rem tomorrow. ! don't want TO ever set
eyes on you again
This was Just about what the chauf-
feur expected He turned about on his
heel with a slight bow.
yes. sir, he assented meekly.
"Here-Come back here-where YOU
going2" Mr.. Warren shouted. You've