The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1911-01-04

the timer with boodthirsty caution and give one ter
she failed at these critical moments. With
a maudin sputter, her engine would start racing.
would throw in the clutch with reversible prayer
and Off we would glide, past the Withershanks past
the Blitheringtons, around by the Caxtons and the
Smythes, and into the beautiful country leading
to Aurora. Winnetka, Elgn, Wheaton, or elsewhere.
Not that we ever got anywhere but elsewhere Oh,
no. That ten minutes was our pride and Joy After
that we died content We generally lasted ten miles
never expected tOa
Somewhere out in the country Josephine would be-
gin to hiccough; then knew joy over.
would turn down the next side road and presently
Josephine would expire with various noises of an
alarming nature.
Then would descend and take from under the seat
a clean pair of overalls. Methodcay Sadie would
remove her pongee coat and automobile veil and would
take from under the seat pair of stout walking
shoes for which she would exchange her dainty
SLIPPERS.
I would my arts Josephine. When / succeeded
we would get five miles farther into trouble; when
didn't would pay SIS to a whiskered pirate with
team Of raw-boned horses on condition that he
deliver Josephine at our house late that night.
Then Sadie and l. hand in hand, would start for the
through the lush country serene in the
knowledge that we could not puncture tire, clog
feed pipe, or bend crank shaft Those were our
vacations from Josephine and we reveled in them to
the full 4
- ~.
"There Josephine, standing Make the eterad1
rocks" =
The summer wore So did Josephine So did
we. All TOUR OF us We're ABOUT worn out. During
the last two three weeks we had acknowledged to
ourselves, though not to Josephine that the battle
was about over. The war chest was scraped Clean.
Not another spark plug was credit good. for at
the garage. Our grocery bills two months be
hind. had blown an awful hole In the rent money
for new radiator. tubes, and top Of all this Jo-
sephine had announced in uncertain terms that If
she got another speck of carbon ins her cylinders
she would strike permanently. Sadies walking shoes
had holes in them, and the entire financial
of the family didn't pan out enough money to haul
Josephine home another time.
We were discouraged. For once the world looked
black. The Withershanks,- twenty feet away from
library window, still ignored existence. They
had beautiful six-cylinder Streakolte with $1,000
worth of accessories hung around it. and they went
out every night. We tired Of sitting
porch in the evening and pretending that
past the stage of going autoing every night just
for the fun of it. We tired of living Irish
stew and feeding the porterhouse steak money to
Josephine. We were tired Of Josephine. We were
lonely, too.
We acknowledged all this Saturday night when
I came home and found Sadie crying a heap of
bills and pongee coat with big tear across the
back. was all for going out and blowing Josephine
up with dynamite then and there but didn't. Dyna-
mite costs money.
had crossed the Pacific that night in company
me to accept six-cylinder Sreakolite gift and
was just trading my old watch for thousand-acre
estate around the South Pole with garden in
the and congeniaI neighbors all around when
somebody hammered on our door and brought