The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-11-30
A THANKSGIVING ADVENTURE
Dime Novel Story Real Lifeline Girl At the House Party Tells Few Facts-An Automobile Trip That Proved An
 Interesting One-A Machine Made Plot
BY DOLLY DALRYMPLE

adventure, and before I knew it, he had leaped out of the car and taken my hand bag and grabbed me by the arm and asked me into the machine. and before knew it we were flying over the roads like pair of birds"
 Quite unconventional, to say the least" said a Maiden Lady who was standing near.
 But so thrilling" said the November Violet and Fur Girl. '"The romance of the situation rushed over me all at once and recalled how dull and prosaic life IS when you are a perfect lady all the time, and so I said to myself: Well, here goes I am in for an Adventure. Perhaps my hero 20 centuries ago was a Goth or a Hun and I was a Sabine woman, and before he slung me over his shoulder he had to slap me real hard to make me quit screaming. Up to this time the man had never spoken a word; just attended to the machine. I peeped at him out of the corner of my eye; he was big and tall and awfully good looking the kind of man that you'd rather be unhappy with than happy with the other kind.'
 Don't stop to explain any more; tell us what happened" pleaded a Slim Prin- cess in Blue Velvet and Chinchllas.
 "Of course I was furious, and fright ened, too, beyond anything in the world" said the November Violet and Fur Girl" couldn't get over being kidnapped by a perfectly strange man and I began to think I'd call for the police-but there was no policeman, of course, in sight, so what was I to do?'
 well, what DID you do?" asked one of the listeners tearfully.
 T was just turning to the man to speak my mind" said the Girl of the Adven- ture," when he turned sharply to me and said quite casualty
 I'm clipping with you.'
 You shall pay for this with your life," said I.
 Tt will be too late when we arrive at our destination" said he. q am taking you to an Ogre's Castle"
 "The satirical smile that played about his mouth was irresistible" continued the Girl, "and so I thought, well, I'll be as game as he is, and play the Comedy part for the heroine, as well as he does the hero."
 For the love of Heaven tell me where you are taking me?' I asked presently as we skinned toward the open country and great, beautiful rind of a moon was peeping out from under the November clouds.
 "Never you mind" said he. his eyes twinkling.
 But I am going to house party at Mrs. Van Tyne Thayer's. Do you hap. pen to know her?' I pleaded.
 If I did and could swoop down upon her and carry her and her guests along with us to my Ogre's Castle-why, the adventure would be complete" said he.
 Well, if not Mrs. Thayer,'' I begged, would you mind just snatching up any ot bar n a uOit a n alOnD these country roads?"
 Romance is dead" said he impressive ly Where is the spirit that once made Dido?"
 q think Dido was the lady's name-he mentioned said the girl, "and I said had always thought Dido was a Latin lady. who never really lived"
 "He came back at me and said:
 Romance has always screamed for such feminine types. and where are they to be found? Here you are on a per fectly good adventure bent, and you are scared within an inch of your life. Where are they, I say?"
 That sounds like conversation in a dime magazine l said
 'Tnis is a dime magazine world" he answered back as quick as lightning, and we turned, just then into beautiful coun- try estate, and I began to shiver and shudder and my teeth chattered, and was the most unhappy person alive.
 Here's Mrs. Van Tyne Thayers home said he
 Mrs. Van Tyne Thayer?' I gasped, and for the first time I was wild and flaming and burning with rage.
 'So you did find her?' said Mrs. Thay- CT, as she stepped out into the moonlight 'I say, Jack, you did find her, didn't you?'
 "Of course,' he chuckled, There she is.
 And the photograph did the work" Mrs. Thayer said, smiling.
 "I should say so; I've carried it in my pocket for year; why shouldn't it?" he asked.
 "Of course, did the polite thing, and accepted the introduction from Mrs Thayer to her friend, MT. George Wallng- ton Valentine"
 "The noted novelist?" the group ex- claimed
 'The same?" said the Girl.
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