The Libby herald., 1913-01-03
Copyright. 1910, BY Bobbs-Msrrll Coz
CHAPTER l.

A00 roaring N1OTLD Oh Iu0 mOLOT
tsll into abrupt silence, as the driver
brought his car to halt.
"You signaled?" he called across the
grind Of set brakes.
In the blending glare Of the search
Rights from the two machines, the
gray one arriving and the limousine
drawn to the roadside, the young girl
stood. her hand still extended in the
gesture which had stopped the man
who now leaned across his wheel.
"Oh. please" she appealed again.
On either side stretched away the
Long Island meadows, dark, sound
less. apparently uninhabited. Only
this spot of light broke the monotony
q dreariness. A keen, chill, October
wind sighed past, stirring the girls
delicate gown as its folds lay un-
needed in the dust, fluttering her fur.
lined cloak and shaking two or three
childish curls from the bondage of
her velvet hood. The driver swung
himself down and came toward her
with the unhasting swiftness Of one
trained to the unexpected.
Il beg pardon--can l be Of some
use?" he asked.
I'VE are lost" she confessed hur-
nedly. If you could set us right. l
should be grateful. I've must get
home soon. have been guest at
louse somewhere here, and started to
Isturn to New York this afternoon.
he chauffeur does not know Long
Island; we cannot seem to find any
place. And now we have lost tire.
was afraid"
She broke off abruptly, as her COM
panion descended from the limousine.
I'VE only want to know the way;
we're all right" he explained. "This
u my cousin; l came out after her,
you see. Don't get so worried, EN-
Ay-we'l go straight on as soon as
Anderson changes the tire"
Me huddled his words slightly and
espoke too rapidly, the round. good
fhumored face he turned to the white
hight was too flushed; otherwise there
WAS nothing unusual In his appear
Ance. And his caste was evident and
unquestionable in spite Of any cir.
cumstance. There was no anger In
girls dark eyes as she gazed
straight before her, only pity and help
less distress.
II can tell your chauffeur the road"
the driver Of the gray car quietly said.
"Have you far to go?"
ITO the st. Royal" she answered.
looking at him. my uncle 10 there.
II that far?"
mo; you can reach there by ten
o'clock. will speak to your chauf-
feur."
do, like a good fellow" the other
man interposed. lawfully obliged.
You're not angry. Emily" he added.
lowering his voice, and moving near
Or her. "Since we're engaged, why
should you get frightened simply be-
cause proposed we get married to-
night instead of waiting for big
wedding? I thought it was a good
idea, you know. 1t isn't my fault An.
dsrson got lost instead of getting US
homo for dinner, is it?"
Hush, Dick" she rebuked, hot COL
or sweeping her face. "You, you are
not we'll. And We are not engaged; !;
you forget. Just because people want
~ to be-" Too proud to let her
steadiness CULVER. she broke the SEN
tence.
II the driver had heard, and 1t was
scarcely possible that he had not, he
made no sign. BY the acetylene light
n N{0
and proceeded to sketch a map show.
1nE the route to the limousine's chauf-
four.
Understand it," he queried, con.
cluding. He had certain decision OF
manner, not In the least arrogant, but
the result of a serene self-surety
that somehow accorded with his 1.-the
trained grace Of movement A Judge
OF men would have read him an ath
lste, perhaps in an unusual line.
Eyes, SIR" the chauffeur replied
"I'u get Miss Ffrench home In nc
time after | get the tire on"
The indiscretion of the spoke1
name was ignored, except for a sligh
lift Of the hearers eyebrows.
"How long does 1t take you t,
change tire?"
about half an hour; it's night, O
course"
An odd, choking gurgle sounded from
the gray machine, where dark fgur,
had sat until now in quiescent mute
ness.
"Half IN hour!" echoed the era,
machines driver, and faced towar,
che chuck1s. "Rupert, 1t isn't in you
contract, but do you want to com
over and change this tire?"
'Tr DO 1t for you. Darling" was tn
sweet response; the small fgur
lcollad over the edge OF ths ca, With