The Holbrook news., 1910-10-21
Really, but | shouldn't like to carry

Really. but shouldn't like to carry any such message, was the reply.
 Then I'll build a rail fence across the road and stop her and talk 10 her myself. Oh, I can talk when l get mad. and I'm mad now! I'll tell her what's what, and If she sasses back I'll make her pay for the damage she's fer her when she comes back. This whizzing has got to stop
 G1r. Cranston "crawIed" on in secret satisfaction. He didn't want anything serious to happen to the other party, but fence across the road and a good talking to by a toil-hardened agricul- turist might humble her. He logged along for 15 miles and then pulled out of the road under a tree and waited. He had taken solid comfort for an hour when sounds aroused him. He also saw dust. He also saw a young lady bearing down on him from the other direction in an auto. The gait was 40 miles an hour and he sniffed birthstone in the air.
 One look that young lady gave Mr. Cranston as she passed him, but it was look that cut like broken glass. That look spelled out the words, "c-r-a-w-le-rI" as plain as day. He swallowed the lump in his throat and turned into the highway. Half a mile before he reached the Farmer Jones' place he was smiling. He could see what had happened. AS he came up and stopped. there was COW lying on the road with a broken leg-an auto upset-a dusty and bedraggled young lady with puzzled look on her face an indignant old farmer shouting at her:
 T knew you'd do itI Eknew you'd do itl Killed my poultry and bumped my calf and hog, and now you've gone and broke my best cows legl Oh, you've got yourself into trouble, and don't you think you haventI"
 You should keep your COW out of the road!" she retorted.
 What What Don't make / it worse by sassin' mel You've got to pay damages or go to jaili I've got 'em all fingered up. It's $40 for the COW, and ten for the rest. This ain't fncludin' the way you blowed my hat off this mornin' when you went by"
 q won't pay" said the girl in a trembling voice, and taking care not to look at the "crawler."
 Then. b'gosh and b'hen, you go to jail!"
 q won'tl" I wontl'
 MT. Cranston opened his purse and took out f1fty-dollar bill and handed it over to MT. Jones.
 "Siri" flashed Miss Minnie at him.
 You will please draw this wreck out of the road. and it will be sent for later" This to the farmer.
 sir, it's none of your buslness!"
 Did you ever hear such sass," gasped Farmer Jones as he turned from one to the other. "She comes along here, and-Jehosaphat. but look up the road!"
 There were two blooded horses that had broken loose from carriage com ing on dead run, with parts of the harness flashing them to greater speed. MT. Cranston turned and picked up the young lady and swung her into his auto and then sprang Tn beside her, and the farmer made three long jumps for his gate.
 Sit still" commanded the "crawler" as the girl tried to fling herself out.
 She sank back with a sob, and then the machine seemed to take flying leaps. Before it was we'll under way the foam from the mouths of the fly ing horses was dropping on the rear wheels. But only for moment. Then -thirty-forty miles an hour. Then the horses stumbled and fell, but the auto sped on at iifty-at sixty miles an hour. The speeder was frightened. She was humbled. She covered down and hung to the 1Ian's arm and gasped. and when the pace finally slowed down she looked up and said:
 IT guess I'm willing to be good friends, if you arer'
 Later, when the two went on their honeymoon they had arranged d pace suitable to both-they neither crawled nor sped.