The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1913-09-17
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Of resentment and disgust deep into
poor Billy's susceptible eyes; he
spoke irritably IS they sped past.
II wish to heaven, Julia, you
would be more careful. That's the
seventh time this afternoon we've es,
capped a mix-up. Let me run her
now, that's good girl"
His cousin shut her lips firmly,
IF you are going to develop nerves,
Billy, you can get out, you know.
may be a greenhorn, but I'm game
for any amount Of this business. Do
we turn just ahead? l don't seem
to remember this road"
Yes. we turn-on one wheel,
probably retorted the perturbed
Billy. sayagely. mo stunts now,
Shut her down, say! There's the
deuce OF a Mill, julia"
Soon afterward he sat up In the
Dusty grass Of the roadside and ga2ed
vaguely about him. Presently he
became conscious Of a peculiar OBJ
ject on which his hand rested. He
looked down. A roasted chicken,
plump, Drowned to q turn. met his
astonished gaze. A bottle Of cham
payne, broken, alas! lay near, its
golden nectar wasted on inSensate
grass. Dazed and aggrieved he got
to his feet, and then he sat down
again suddenly. A big red car stood
In the otherwise deserted road. Red!
Poor Billy pressed his hands over
his traitor eyes. Red! The Meteor
was yellow-he could swear to It.
YelIoI was Julias color, Julia?
When-where-
He got up quickly, anxiously.
That reckless girl! All. there she
wasn't!
A young woman In torn coat Of
pongee sat calmly on the wall be-
hind him, arranging her sunny hair
IN the indescrIbable fashion peculiar
to all pretty women. She met his
scared eyes atfably.
Come around, haven't you?" she
said with a nod OF her charming
head. Il thought you would. You
began to groan when I poured the
champagne over you, but really there
wasn't anything else I could do for
you. On the whole | think we've
come of rather luckily, don't yong"
Billy's head whirled. Who was
this nochalant young person who
said "We'' SO calmly to an utter
stranger, and who seemed obliviouS
to the existence OF Julia?
Would you mind telling me what
has become Of Julla?" lie faltered.
hold his acheing head. Something
has happenedId think. Is she-bad-
~ hurt?" Gfj5
1t was the young woman'S turn to
start, and she did 30, thoroughly.
Julia? What do you mean? l
don't remember a thing after l
screamed, when l saw that big yell
low streak bearing down upon US.
until l found myself In these bushes
and you unconscious on the grass.
Who is tulia?"
Mr.. Billy Brooks staggered to a
seat on the wall. The girl was
frowning at the rents in her long
coat.
Look at EN-" she mourned.
Even If our car isn't past patching
up, I'm a wreck. l can't possibly
face Mrs. Elliott and the rest in
this state. You see, lit right in
those blackberry bushes. 1t was
awfully good of you to offer to get
me there quickly, but, really, the
train would have been less hard on
my gown"
Mr.. Brooks murmured an apology
absently, staring straight before
him! Mrs. Elliott! An addition to
his circle of acquaintance. Perhaps
Julia-Our car! Our carl
your eyes aren't gray, and your
hair isn't curly-why | don't know
you, l DON'T" she said pItifully. 81
never saw you In my life before.
What-what has happened to us?
You talk Of Julia and-and"-
"Why, cousin Julia and I were
driving half an hour ago in yellow
car-the Meteor. Julia and the car
seem to have been translated and
you're Mr.. Stewart. am here, and
you are here, and red car is here,
and-er-the remains Of good
lunch-not mine. My name Is VIII
liam Brooks. Can you throw any
light on this Chinese puzzle?"
II don't quite understand. l
thought you were Mr.. Stewart or l
Why, this is Mr.. Stewards car! He
was taking me over to Mrs. Biliott's
garden party. And that big yellow
car came roaring at US!
"When-when crawled out Of
the bushes and trled,t pour the
champagne down your throat, l
thought what pigs these people we're
to keep right on and never stop to
see II we we're killed. And you are
not-Mr. stewart-at all! II your
name is Brooks. where 10 Mr.. Stew.