The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1914-04-04
Daily Short Story
MEN NARROWED.
sy Msr,ns MecuIloeh wInIsr.


II this l. not the limit. Milby
CALCULATED As two tires popped In the
same half second. with a sound like
cannon, there In the deep green
They we're on opposite sides-hence
progress was well nigh imposslbl.
Without patching-Which meant a.
least an hours delay. They were al.
ready fearfully late-at the best the
the prospect was TO miss Ii alto
gether. Nilby heaved a deep sigh in
thinking so. but Hartwell laughed a
lazy half-Satished laugh.
Don't shoot-but truly told Won
SO, he said Told YOU we'd never
eet safe over this Wanted shortcut
OF yours Indeed doubt II IL Is even
long cOt-my sense OF direction
lays u goes from Gray Top not TO M
III YOU had let me ask that man"
smut up IL me no IFS" Milby re-
tortsd- He had got out and was al
Ieady helping the chauffeur all he
dared having regard for festive at
tire Hartwell stretched himself cas-
ily on bank OF leaves-the shade
was too thick for grass.
.NH.St secgnd he sprang uP. peerinE
sAsetll doNn the woods lengths Thee
ne saw sylvan goddsss-at least she
e.nled such, IN a short. scant. leather
' o9rasrsa: dun green frock, with a tiny
a curious bundle under her arm. ~ was
,t es, the tripod o a spider-legEed fold
I Hss,, sSn sg s, Il had some sug-
but hesitant. evidently she had takep In
an their mischance. A. she met Hart
With IN. mo shs came ., forward. stepping
May ofer help You know the
comfy OF motorists
OF deiiveranes.- Mihy IN jn,s are Sn "nssl
cry. running on quickly To- explain
'ns1r plight, their need.
answered renectiVely You took the
wrong FORK at the crossroads. Gray
TOD is-oh. miles from here. Rough
not even ~ you started in half an
hour. But-don't hate me FOR a croak-
vii rS,o I've can get there-if you
IT We Will show US, We'll be vour
slaves for lie Mildly said eagerly.
OF Crap Top. viii fiE hsRfa n Mrs Cray
That doesn't matter-to get you there,
axe my car; nay chauffeur knows a way
around that permits speed
think we should do no such thing
SAYING here IL much. much pIeasanter
lhan any garden party can be. = Hartwell
ing.
The goddess laughed softly. For YOU
perhaps, but how about the gathering OF
adoring young women ali prettied up.
their very best. In hope TO see their pet
euthorL You see. | know YOU. Mr. Hart
well. Your pictures come even here into
well. things"
she motioned them 90 a footpath. 1t
,' - Ito TO grounds. delightful uncupt. vet
Wen Kept, then on To a cement garage. In
'front.' OF which stood a trig car with n
Shauffs9r lounging at the wheel. Before
silent. then bundled those she had res
cued hastily inside. gave them a parting
sii ana vanished in the shrubberies
,sisa, p ,h Ihe qulcksning motion had
taken them out OF sight.
extremes mect-good luck and bad.
liartwell said resignedly
Mtiby nodded.
You don't understand" said HartweIi
me good luck was getting lost AMI
, 30 ,l' , those fool tires; the an, having
Milby shook fist q; him. then began
70 Smote vigorously. After a bit Hart
well stirred uncasily. saying. Now yVby.
wouldn't she come with u.s.
Milby flung a kindly oath AT him
saying. Tn Jolly glad she didn't You're
| hard hit. but I shan't let YOU see her
again. Never told you till now but this
patry settles your future: it's got M
especially 20 match you off with T.oris
lpenham-with q rich wife TO hack your
I cursed scruples. your hair-trigger hon
ssty. ~ make YOU president In about
10 years"
oh indeed" HetrweII flung back
shaken with laughter. Going to do Just
that for Little Boy Blue. Suppose the
LADY Objects Are we 10 try Violence
ihough u Is. Of coTrse. inconceivablc
That she should be indifferent 10 my
chaTms-which have made you my helot
since We were In collegcg"
Don't you think-abstr actiy-theS
might be : triflc unsayory. II they came
10 me touched with iove-making-..tth-
ancc-aforethoughtT HartwelI asked
Iw truly Obliged TO YOU. True Thomas.
Tor taking such thought over my future
but II won't. won't work I'm no Gal
ahad. neither am 7 the creature that
would insult even q hsif-deccnt woman
By asking her. even letting her buy me-
] can think 81 nothing on earth more
tragic then that y with my present low
and modest estnte. should ever fail in
love with en- hciress. I'd cut my heart
70 flinders sooner than marry her"
Mtlby -tarred-theu gaspsd. Tie had
never seen Hartwcll so stirred Here
was the end ~ All his fine love-bred
scheming How should he ever tell his
conhdaute. Mrs. Cray
Her FIRST words relieved him 81 ap-
ureheusiou In that quarter Too bad
but LOriS went awuy veaterday-said
she had 20 20 abroad to see somebody
die. hone Won haven't told ANYTHING
shes "a he back IN the early autumn"
Then there was such buzzing such
crowdiug about Hartwell. there was
time Tor nothing more. Neither FOR
queries regarding their deltverer When
at last the party broke M. their own
car miracUlously appeared. The man