The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1914-11-26

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| It.
With the two machines running
neck and neck, the runabout was
| quickly overtaken and passed. Brian
was on the inside, and he was crowd
ed over until the wheels rubbed each
other, and both young ladies
screamed They both recognized the
college man.
1.-The loafer!" exclaimed Miss Pryor.
But he was racing!" extenuated
Miss Callie.
and it was nothing to him whether
he killed us or mott"
Didn't he have to race when he
was challenged?"
moi"
And shouldn't he want to win the
racer"
"Callie Floyd, you were within an
ace of death, and yet you are ready
to excuse such recklessness!"
It was a week later, and Brian was
in the village on an errand and had
no thought of the young ladies, when
an auto, coming from the railroad
depot and containing a lady as pas
senger, began to act in a very queer
manner. 1t ran from side to side OF
the street, and the screams of the
lady soon collected crowd. 1t was
Brian Jeffries who first made out
what the trouble was and sprang for
ward. The machine had not got be
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too drunk to know what he was about
The man was hauled from his seal
and cast into the road, and Brian ex
pressed his willingness to drive the
lady to her home. 1t was then thai
he noticed the Pryor runabout and
the two young ladies, and he thought
they regarded him with something
like horror
isn't it brutally shameful" ex'
claimed Miss Pryor at she looked
down at the man on the ground, and
in a voice meant to be overheard.
But why did he do it?" Queried
Miss Callie.
Because he is a ruff1an!"
"You are mistaken, young lady,
said man beside their machine. He
did it because"
! But the runabout was put in motion.
Miss Pryor didn't want to hear the
rest. There was something about the
incident in the village paper three
days later, but she refused to read it
, Miss Callie returned to the city a
week later, and although the young
man was in no sense smitten he
hoped and believed that she wasn't SC
, down on him as Miss Pryor.
A year elapsed and Miss Callie
came to spend the summer again, and
Brian was spending another vacation
with his law books. His father had
said: mo use wasting your time
You will never make even a shysteI
lawyer. Why don't you go fishing
It's far more fun
And the young man had said to
himself: "I'll just read up the law
on hog-stealing and pretend to my
self that ] have been admitted to the
bar"
He saw Miss Callie, but she was
twenty rods away and looking up an
apple tree.
He saw Miss Pryor, and she wasn't
but ten rods away and had bludgeon
in her hand.
Brian Jeffries' time was coming
however.
One morning when the whales gam
boiled, the mermaids sang and the
, | waters of the Sound were like bogus
half-dollar, the young man went down
to take a dip in the briny. Before
taking the dip he cast his eyes
abroad, and a mile from shore he saw
!, female rowing boat around with
one oar. He understood at once. She
had lost the other oar and the tide
was taking her toward Halifax al
the rate of four miles an hour. He
waved his towel, uttered shouts OF
encouragement, and sprang into g
boat and rowed as if life were al
stake.
AS Brian drew nearer he saw that
the girl was Miss Callie Floyd. Near
, err yet, and he saw that she was not
a bit perturbed. The other oar lay
in the boat.
"Why, II thought" he began
: when she interrupted him with:
"Mr. Jeffries, why are you called
'Punch'?"
Because 1 punched three fellows
who set out to punch me-"
81 see. Why did you try to smash
your runabout last summer"
why, it was merely close shave
and / knew I could do it. The chap
in the other auto was ginx, and
didn't propose to let him crow over
me-"
: "a very proper spirit, Mr.. Jeffries
but why did you assault that poor
chauffeur in the village%
HE was drunk and endangering the
life of the lady in the tonneau."
Proper spirit again. How many
brawls have you had?"
mot one"
"Um! I'm! Mr.. Jeffries, you can
row back and l will follow at my
leisure. And a man of proper spirit
ought to be able to think up way
to handle Miss Pryor"