Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-04-05


IT the little private garage back Of
the Marvin mansion, locked the
door and drawn the shades Of the
small windows There were only two
automobiles in the garage One was the
big six-cylinder touring ear in which
Pauline and Owen had made their trip
the day before to the aviation field. The
other was the twos seated runabout that
Harry had driven over the same ground
just behind them
Having made sure that nobody was
about, Harry lifted up the hood Of The
touring ear and without the slightest
provocation attacked it with a wrench
He removed the carburetor, took it to
pieces, lifted out the hollow metal float
! and deliberately made two punctures in
| it. Then he tossed the dismembered parts
upon work bench and was about to
operate on the runabout when he heard
voices outside
He was barely in time TO unlock the
door and be found busily working on the
car when Pauline entered She had Just
learned of the chauffeur S absence Harry
volunteered the additional bad news that
the big ear was out of order Like every
disappointed woman, she insisted on
knowing exactly what was wrong. Harry
told her with many long technical de-
tails, and, not knowing at all what he
was talking about, she had to be satisfied,
Could he fix it in time to get her to the
aviation field before the race?
Well, that depended partly on whether
she would 90 away and not bother HIM
until breakfast
Pauline could. and she certainly would
refrain from bothering him. Never before
had Harry found her bother, nor, for
that matter, had any other man in her
recollection Ont she went with more
color than usual in her pink checks and
the light of battle in her eyes.
"By George, We got to play my cards
carefully" thought Harry as he contem-
plated the runabout. 1t was evident that
he had designs on the health of the two
scatter also But he felt the necessity OF
Subtlety in this ease. He could not asSas
sinate It boldly by tearing out a vital
organ as he had done to the bigger car
This runabout must die a slow, lingering
death. How was he to do it3 His FIRST
idea was TO weaken the tires and invite
"blowouts ON the road But this could
not be done with certainty and some kind
friend mi ght supply him with new tires
4 more promising idea was to drain the
engine Of its OIL knowing that sooner or
later the pistouS would rum dry and stick
Such proceeding would ruin the engine,
and Harry was too good "A mechanic to
spoil first rate engine, especially One
built by his father He would as soon
think of hamstringiug faithful horse. A
better plan soon came to him and put him
into action. 1t soon had him flat ON his
back under the car, boring o hole IN the
bottom Of the gasoline TAM, Whom the
llfe-blood OF the car began to trIcklc out
in stream he stopped tine hole with a
small wooden plug.
The young man now froWncd at the
only remaining vehicle which had not re
ceived his attention, Ovens motorcycle
Its shame to do this, he laughed
60 himself, "aud feel like a criminal hut
it's all for Polly sake, and ] might as
well make good job of it, 'All fair
in love and war, they say, So here goes -
Harry went TO the hose used for wash.
ing down the ears aud collected "a little
water in the palm of his hand With the
other hand be rvuoycd the cap from the
3 motorcycles tank and allowed two or
three drops of water TO mlugle with the
AGasolcne.