The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1910-02-17

smile and the stalwart figure re
Taxed its threatening attitude.
Faith twas Maggie Milligan and
nacscif that that run away, Maggie
Milligan's spouse grudgingly admitted
blu. if / pass it up this time he
shook a warning fist, then stepped
back as the car flew on
Wen send you a piece of wedding
'ake-you and Maggie Milligan," King
called back above the eAus of the ma
chine
I'VE lost ten minutes there, Mar
ians cheeks were pinker than their
wont. land there's an absurd little
/ hamlet just beyond, ruled by lot
of cast iron Methodist deacons-
selectmen, don't you call them? Wen
never come over them with the guile
that did Tor Paddy-bless his heart
so run slow, Gordon, and steer clear
of pigs, chickens and babies, all of
which will be strewn in the main
road"
They passed this village without
misadyenture. then the second, third
and fourth At the fifth, King, per
haps grown reckless from success,
was held up by a beardless city father
in overalls and parted with his tenn
per and ten doliars-not to mention
20 minutes of valuable time
There's a ten-mile stretch of open
road ahead" Marian said. as they
reached the outskirts Of the sixth vii
lage. we can go like the wind, and
oh, Gordon, lookl" The last rose
to a wall of despair.
Toward them came a venerable
white horse harnessed to an equally
venerable surrey, in which were two
black robed women. One sat with her
feet braced against the dashboard,
holding the lines with the determined
clutch of one who expects death and
is prepared to meet it halfway. The
other stood, like an avenging angel,
facing the car, a hand encased in a
black cotton 8 owe raised threatening
ly, while her voice rose shrilly above
the chug-chug of the machine: You
dasn't come on when | hold IN my
handful have the law on yo'
King groaned and slackene speed
Marian laughed Historically. )nly the
old gray mare seemed uncol serned
as she turned her soft eyes, liltless
of binders, from the occupants of one
vehicle to another Perhaps monotC7y
had palled on her. and even in the
evening of her existence she vel
coined new sights and sensations.
MY dear madam" King began. a
note of evaporation in his tone The
eyes of the lady of the surrey flashed I
fire.
Don't get fresh. young man. I'm
a self-respecting single woman, and T
not your dear, and that thing amt +
going to pass my Nancy. If it
don't s1eer her to DEATH she'll likely T
kick up and break the wagon. You
just stay where you are till | think
what's best to do
Marian Devenish slipped down from
the now motionless automobile. and
crossing the few feet of intervening
road, laid a caressing hand upon
Nancy's peaceful brow She doesn't
seem much frightened" she smiled up
at the iIdtt OWlCi. L maps IL YOU
sit down | can lead her past-ah-
that is better. Thank you so much.
You are all right, now"
Then things is awful-not ftten
for decent folks" the lady muttered
in extenuation OF her belligerency.
you are a wonder" said King sol
EMMY He doubled, trebled speed and
they skinned along the sun-scorched
road.
AS they approached the last little
town before Morley, Kings eyes were
grave Wen never make it ahead Of
the train, dear, thanks to Nancy"
Marian seemed not to hear. She was
leaning forward as though waiting for
a whistle pierced the
air.
It's the train now-the one Archer
comes on-this is even better, Gordon,
ror Clara would be at the Morley sta
lion anyway, and might persuade him
lere ana leave memo, I'm not afraid
you get on the train-youve got
hat contract in your pocket-hunt !;
Archer up and make him sign it be- |;
ore you get to Morley you'll just
lave time-no, not here, Gordon !;
ome one might see-and, dear, please !;
Three-quarters of an hour later i
King stepped from an inbound accom- !:
onto the platform. The big 1
ed automobile stood silent and de- /
erted in the dusk; from a secluded !;
orner of the ladies' waiting room !:
Iarian Devenish smiled at his ap !!
roach. !;
It's all right" she said as she saw !;
lis radiant face. ''i'll be a little late i:
or dinner and Aunt Betty will fuss, i;
ut" !:
Never mind Aunt Betty now" King s
aught her hands in a firm gasoline ::
cented grasp. Marian, you told our /:
riend Paddy this afternoon that you /;
we're on your way to be married |:
GU can't go back on that /: