The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-04-02
SeH-Reliant
Tom


Yes, we had delightful time, OF
course" said young Mrs Clifton the
morning after she and her husband
returned from few days visit In
the country. THE ThOrnton's were
just as hospitable as they could be,
but doubt II Tom and are ever
invited to Rose Lodge again. don't
think we were success as guests.
why not?" asked her sister.
why, you see, Tom insisted on go
ing out in our car. He was sure he
knew the way and he simply wouldn't
ask directions of any one. We went
about forty miles out Of our road and
arrived at Rose Lodge late for an
evening dinner, when we should have
been there for q noon luncheon"
THAT wasn't so bad" consoled her
sister almost anything is forgiven
automobilists."
Not quite everything. sim. II that
had been the only exhibition Of Toms
perversity in not asking about roads,
the bad impression made by our tardy
arrival might have worn on. But we
accentuated II.
The Hanscombs. you know, have q
summer home few miles distant
from Rose Lodge. and when they
heard we were there they phoned an
invitation for us to dine with them
Monday evening. begged Tom when
we accepted the invitation to find out
exactly how to go. And spoke Of 1t
again as we were dressing Monday
afternoon.
Don't you worry said Tom. I've
looked II up on the neighborhood map
and could find my way there in the
dark
but you know these country
roads are so confusing l persisted
Don't you think IT would be wise to
ask Mr.. ThorntonT
"'All right agreed Tom, nonchal
antly, as we went to get the car out
Of the garage.
In a moment or two I heard the
horn footing for me. When climbed
into my seat l remarked that hoped
Mr.. Thornton had given him minute
directions.
HE wasn't around answered
Tom.
why didn't you ask the chauf-
feurr
"T do wish, Alice was Toms
crisp reply. that you wouldn't fuss
about anticipated difficulties. II this
little buzz wagon loses its way to the
Hanscombs I'll eat the carbureter.'
Naturally after that I dropped the
subject. Still. after a while ven
tured to ask, Are you sure this is
the right way?' when we turned on
a very rough road.
'"Of course. I'm sure returned
Tom. We go on here for mile and
then turn south
THAT sounded all right, but we
travelled on and on without coming to
a south turn and | began to be
nervous. DO ask that man where
we are.' implored Tom, as we passed
a farmer
'Nonsense!' he said. Y know
where we are. Here Is the turn now.
He aimed the car into a narrow wood
road.
THAT doesn't look like highway
to me- remarked.
"'No, It's Just cutoff replied
Tom
II began to think that he might
really know where he was, but when
the road lost itself In large pasture
my doubts returned.
Perhaps we did pass the real cut.
off, unused Tom. casually. We can
run back and pick 1t up. all right
by that time It was growing dark.
and Tom got cut and lit the lamps.
and then we went back to the main
road and I meekly suggested that we
inquire at a farmhouse which we sew
in the distance.
Whats the use of going 80 far
out OF our way? demanded Tom
Don't you see that have my bear
ings nowr I didn't see. but re-
Trained from telling him so.'
II should have thought that you
would have told him so very pointed
iy." declared her sister.
"Oh, my dear girl. you aren't mar
rjed to Tom. He's the best man in
the world. but newell. he thinks
he's omniscient when 1t comes to
knowing roads.
AT last Tom turned triumphantly
into the driveway Of a country house.
I'VE may be trifle late. but we're
here all right he said. Then he add
ed:
"'Great Scott! It's Rose Lodge!'
And Rose Lodge II was.
Get into any troubler asked Mr.
Thornton, rushing out onto the porch
"'Oh. no. we Just thought your din