The Holbrook news., 1910-08-19
The Assistants s
 Strategy
By E. M. WICKE s

kitchen of his cottage which bordered on the outskirts of Portchester, pol ishing an old shotgun. His blue eyed daughter, Florence, entered and in- quired:
 What are you going to do with that gun. dad?"
 Fill some of those fresh motor fel- lows with buckshot," he drawled, with out looking up.
 She thought he was joking and re- mained silent for several seconds; then as he offered no additional ex- planation she asked:
 What seems to be the trouble?"
 Every Sunday" he replied, placing the gun on the table, some maniac in a white touring car flies over my pa trol and refuses to stop when I signal Last Sunday, though, when I hailed him. he suddenly pulled up and 1 jumped out Then when I told him he was under arrest, he snatched the shield from my breast, and laughing in my face, he leaped into his car and rode away. But I'll get him today if have to blow his car to smithereens. And I'll bet the justice will commit someone to jail.'
 You're making a mountain out of molehill," said Florence, seriously, walking over and picking up the gun. And if you go shooting off this old blunderbuss, you will be the one even- tually to land in jail. What you should employ against these reckless chauf- feurs is strategy"
 I'm going to use buckshot on them before I buy any more amunition,'' he vehemently declared
 "Buckshot nonsense" laughed Florence. Ingenuity and strategy, dad, conquer nations.'
 There was a pause as the deputy gazed out of the window.
 Have you got some?" he ques- toned. suddenly turning.
 T am full of it. And I am going to the road with you to execute strate- gic move and capture the culprit''
 Yes, and get hit with one of those internal machines and land in the hospital"
 Florence laughed heartily at his fears, as she fastened to her brown, wavy hair, black fur cap.
 What time does that fellow usually pass?"
 About four o'clock, but you stay home. I don't need an assistant if I have the gun"
 You cannot have the gun and I am going with you," she announced, throwing the weapon on shelf
 He finally yielded and allowed her to accompany him to the road.
 Shortly after their arrival, white touring car came into view, a half mile away. When it was within four hundred yards of them, Florence who had been intently watching it, clenched her teeth and sprang to the middle of the road Her father divi- uing her purpose and fearing an acci- dent, frantically rushed over and vain- ly attempted to force her aside. Meantime. shrill blasts were shoot ing from the oncoming car, but Flor ence refused to clear the way, which brought the motor to standstill. The driver, a tall, supple chap, wearing a linen duster. blue goggles and cap pulled down on his forehead, leaped to the ground and catching sight of Florence, his features broke into smile as an exclamation seemed to spring to bis lips only to perish.
 'Ts this the one, dad?" queried Flor ence
 The deputy scrutinized the chauffeur for several seconds. and answered in the affirmative.
 him ch0 1ther car slowed up from a forty-mile gait
 You're under arrest" shouted the deputy, shaking his finger at the first conner.
 For what?" asked the one in the blue goggles. leisurely lighting a cigarette.
 You're both under arrest for speed ing. and there is a charge of larceny against you for stealing my badge!"
 Look sharply" began the accused one. "or I am apt to steal your pret- ty-"
 Sir, this is no time for nonsense" Florence broke in. Papa is the deputy and you will have to accompany him to the justice!"
 "Oh, very well, just as you say" cheerfully replied the driver.
 Here, Florence" said her father, | ''get in the first car and I'll climb in | the other and they can drive to the | justice"
 As Florence stepped into the car the | tall chap sprang to her side. and sent | them speeding away.
 Hey there, stop, you hound!" yelled | the deputy.
 The only reply was "toot" of the horn as the car disappeared around a curve.
 The deputy ordered the other car to give chase, but the man refused.
 What do you mean by this?" angrily demanded Florence, q want you to stop and let me out, or I will have you arrested"
 CT hardly think voI1 wouId ?" TO- |