Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1911-10-05

IlHH. ana ne was sun TuSnlnE along
the road Mt goodness knows how many
miles an hour when he felt the pres
sure of Il light hand on his fur clad
shoulder. There was a Whit of fresh
violets with her voice as she spoke
again. this time anxiously:
Perhaps we had better 90 back, Mr..
Tinkleton. I'm afraid IL is too late
to reach the junction. There is the
train whistle now
He tried desperately to reduce his
speed. but somehow his wits forsook
him. and his pull was at the wrong
lever. and their onward rush was ter
rife.
"Oh, don't pleaser' came the voice
from behind. Don't try to catch the
train! Look outr'
He had slightly turned HIS head when
she spoke and had not noticed a road
that crossed the highway. A farm
wagon along this road was hurrying
TO avoid collision with him. Miss Judd's
warning cry came too late The motor
car grazed the tailboard Of the wagon,
and the vehicle swung violently aside
and dislOdged a pyramid OF crates.
and the onward fight OF the red car
was followed by loud denunciations
from the enraged farmer and the
frightened sQuawks from a hundred
chickens.
After that his way was troubled with
many narrow escapes from disaster.
The road seemed suddenly alive with
vehicles OF every description. and their
avoidance OF n serious accident was
due more to the skillfnl driving of the
people they met than to any ability on
Paul's part. He had the middle OF the
road.
He wondered desperately what he
could do. He had pulled and pushed
at every lever, and still they rushed
on.
mfr. Tinkleman"-this time she spoke
angrily-"will you please take me back
to Mrs. Parsons?"
I'll try he called back. and he
determined to turn around at the very
next open space the road afforded.
They had left a little village where
a whole galaxy of stars had beamed
upon Paul's frantic passing. and the
road ahead was straight and narrow
and bOrdered on either side by the
high stone wall OF a private estate.
There was no evidence of a space large
enough to whirl the car about at top
speed.
Just then the little hand pressure
was on his shoulder again and this
time It was followed by firm
clutch. Then something brushed his
cheek. and a daring feat had been ac-
complished. Miss Judd had calmly
climbed over the back of the seat and
was beside him. and the car was
going like a red streak. Paul was
angry because OF her tnmerity and
with himself for being the cause Of IL.
Are You intoxicated. or don't yOu
know how to run this carr" Miss
Judd's determined voice whipped him
like LASH and he turned and said TO
her the words he should have said in
the beginning. ~ don't know how TO
run the blamed thing. and | don't know
what TO do"'
81 do"' she said vigorously. Change
places with me-there and there!'
Paul found himself meckly permit
ting her TO take the drivers seat IN the
rocking car. stcadyinC her with his
strong arm. which had proved so use
less in this dilemma. With skillful
hands darting here and there. the big
car responded TO her touch and slowed
down and finally stopped painting in
the shadow Of n high arched entrance
gate in the stone wall.
Paul turned n very white face toward
her. what can | say TO you. Miss
judd" he asked humbly when her
gesture silenced him.
"As il HAPPENED" she said breath
lessly. You were not to blame. was
thrust upon your care before you had
an opportunity to explain.
OF course Miss Judd was at the
wheel going back. They took their
time. They broke no speed limits,
and she cIeverly avoided the main
road on which they had broken all
speed laws and crept back to the cigar
shop by devious. quiet ways.
An anxious Dibbs was at the little
shop awaiting them, and Paul never
forgot his look az amaZcment az his
ran the big machine up TO
the path for Helena had insisted on
changing seats with him at the last
You may take us up to the Parsons
place. Dibbs." said Paul nonchalantly
~ he took sent beside Helena in the
Ouneau.
Dibbs stared. 'To the parsons, sir?
Which one? There's Methodist''-
Mrs. Parsons place Breakwater,"
Numbered Mr.. Tinkleman with burn
ug face. and as he looked down ut his
he saw that she was con
-ulsed with laughter and only a pink
heck was visible. Then they both
aughed.
or course the inevita BILE end Of this
Z that before many months the par
'on came TO them, and ~ Paul Tiuk'e-
nan stoutly maintains that every 10Y
'ide" should end as his own did II
you'd seem that n marriage license
hould be attached 10 every chauf-
eur's license.
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