Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1910-07-21
BY E. NJ. WICKE S

vehemently declared.
"Buckshot nonsense" laughed
Florence. Ingenuity and strategy,
dad conquer nations"
There was pause as the deputy
gazed out of the window
"Have you got some?" he ques-
toned, suddenly turning.
Il am full of it. And | am going to
the road with you to execute a strate-
gic move and capture the culprit."
Eyes, 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, a black fur cap.
what time does that fellow usually
pass?"
About four o'clock, but you stay
home. | don't need an assistant If
have the gun"
you cannot have the gun and ]
am going with YOU" she announced.
throwing the weapon on a shelf
He finally yielded and allowed her
to accompany him 20 the road.
Shortly after their arrival, a 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 tho
middle of the road Her father divi.
ming her purpose and fearing an acct
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 a standstill. The
driver, tall, supple chap, wearing a
linen buster, blue goggles and a cap
pulled down on his forehead, leaped
to the ground and catching sight Of
Florence, his features broke into a
smile as an exclamation seemed to
spring to his lips only to perish.
as this the one, dad?" queried Flor.
ence.
The deputy scrutinized the chauffeur
for several seconds, and answered in
the affirmative.
ARREST him." she ordered, as an
other 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 am apt to steal your pref.
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,
the other and they can drive to tho
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 foot" 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, II want
you to stop and let me out. or l will
have you arrested"
Il hardly think you would? re-
turned her companion, removing his
goggles. Don't you remember mer'
Mr.. Hawley!" she gasped.
He stopped the motor, and tenderly
taking her hand. inquired: did
brighten your"
Yes. you nearly frightened the life
cut of me-" she pouted
Il am very sorry and beg forgive
ness"
"At present it is withheld" she an
swered, regaining her composure
"What brought you here?"