The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-05-05

NoiuS W utsIHtCu, anu SOuut
Marigny has kindly promised to
run slowly until We overtake
him."
In a few minutes the Du WALTON
scurried by. Cynthia sat in the
tonneau with the Frenchman.
whose chauffeur. Medenham's
acquaintance of the afternoon.
was driving.
Medenham muttered something
under his breath, and consulted
his watch.
I'll give the postcard writer
ten minutes-then 1 shall jar her
nerves badly" he promised him
self.
Those minutes were slow
footed, but at last he closed the
watch with a snap. lie called to
a waitress.
Would you like to earn a half
CROWN" he asked.
"Yes-sir," she said.
Take IL. then. and tell the
elderly lady belonging to my
party-she Is somewhere inside
that Fitzroy says he cannot wait
any longer"
The girl vanished. An irate
yet dignified Mrs. Devar came
out.
DO understand--"she be-
gan wrathfully.
II hope so, madam. Unless you
get in at once | intend going to
Bristol, or elsewhere. without
you"
COR elsewhere?" she gasped
Precisely. l do not intend to
abandon Miss Vanrenen."
How dare you speak to me In
this manner. you Vulgar person."
For answer Medenham set the
engine going.
Il said AT once" he replied.
and looked Mrs. Devar squarely
In the eyes.
She had her fair share OF wis
dom. So she accepted the un-
avoidable: quivering with indig-
nation. she entered the car.
Drive me to the postoffice,"
she said.
Medenham seemed to be sud
denly afflicted with deafness. The
Mercury leaped over the road.
; Mrs. Devar grew genuinely
alarmed, since even a designing
woman may be timid one. She
bore with the pace until the car
seemed to be on the verge of
rushing full tilt against a jutting
rock. She could endure the
strain no longer, but stood up
and screamed.
Medenham slackened speed.
You are not in the slightest
danger" he assrued her.
But why. WHY" she almost
walled. Have you gone mad, to
drive like that"
again I pledge my word there
is no risk. ! mean to Overtake
Miss Vanrenen before the light
fails--that is all"
Mrs. Devar collapsed into the
upholstery with a
gesture of impotent despair.
The miles rolled beneath, yet
there was no token of the Du
that was to run slowly
until overtaken by the indus
trious writer of postcards.
The car literally flew up the
next incline. Now Medenham was
sure he had managed, somehow,
to miss the Frenchman's car.
The Mercury slowed up so
promptly that Mrs. Devar became
alarmed again.
what is TIA tire gomez"
she cried. |
mo, I am on the wrong road
that is all"
But there is no other. That
turning we passed was a mere
lane"
Medenham backed and turned.
Mrs. Devar grew agitated.
where are you going?' she
81 mean to find Miss Van
renen,' he said.
Mrs. Devar made one more de-
spairing effort to regain control
of a situation that had slipped /
from her grasp nearly an hour
ago.
please do be sensible, Fitz-
roy!" she almost screamed. Even
IL he has made a mistake in a
Count Marigny will take
every care of Miss Vanrenen-"
1t was useless. She was APP
pealing to a man of stone, and,
indeed, Medenham could not pay
heed to her then in any circum-
stances, for the new road-the
mere lane" as Mrs. Devar called
it-auickly became very rough,
and Ii needed all his skill to guide |