Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1910-09-14

Really, but l shouldn't like to carry
any such message" was the reply.
Then I'll build rail fence across
the road and stop her and talk to her
myself. Oh, l 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
done. I'm going to be watching out
for her when she comes back. This
whizzing has got to STOP
Mr.. Cranston "crawled'' on in secret
satisfaction. He didn't want anything
serious to happen to the other party,
but a fence across the road and a good
| talking to by a toil-hardened agricul-
turist might humble her. He logged
along for Is miles and then pulled out
| OF the road under 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 shifted
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-r" as plain as day. He
swallowed the lump in his throat and
turned into the highway Half 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:
! 1 knew you'd do it! l knew you'd
/ do it! Killed my poultry and bumped
my calf and hog, and now you've gone
! and broke my best cows leg! Oh,
you've got yourself into trouble, and
! don't you think you haven't"
"You should keep your COW out of
the road" she retorted.
What! What! Don't make it
worse by sassin' me! You've got to
! pay damages or go to Jail! I've got
EN- all figgered up. It's $40 for the
, COW, and ten for the rest. This amt
lncludin' the way you bowed my hat
Off this mornin' when you went by"
Il won't pay" said the girl in
trembling voice, and taking care not
to look at the "crawler."
Then, b'gosh and b'hen, you go to
jail"
Il WON'T" l WON'T"
Mr.. Cranston opened his purse and
took out fiftydollar bill and handed
1t over to Mr.. Jones.
Sir" 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 business!"
Did you ever hear such sass!"
gasped Farmer Jones as he turned
from one to the other "She comes
along here, -Jehosaphat, but look
up the road!'
There were two blooded horses that
had broken loose from a carriage COM
Ing on a dead run, with parts of the
harness flashing them to greater speed.
Mr.. CranstOn turned and picked up the
young lady and swung her into his
auto and then sprang in 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 fying
leaps. Before it was well under way
the foam from the mouths of the fv
ing horses was dropping on the rear
wheels. But only for a moment. Then
-thirty-forty miles an hour.
Then the horses stumbled and fell.
but the auto sped on at fifty-at sixty
miles an hour. The speeder was
frightened. She was humbled She
covered down and hung to the mans
arm and gasped, and when the pace
finally slowed down she looked I'D and
said:
II guess I'm willing to be good
friends, if you are!"
Later, when the two went on their
honeymoon they had arranged a pace
suitable to both-they neither crawled
nor sped