The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1914-05-09
The Chauffeur

aware Of 1t the town was left be-
hind and busy farmers blowing fertile
fields with fat contented looking htrs-
es gave place to stretches OF prairie
lands reaching to the base Of the
overshadowing mountains where they
met the Big Thompson, dimpling out
into the sunny valley after its long
race through the rock walled, boulder
fretted canyon.
Here they took the smooth well
built road that climbs beside the
rough channel of the tortuous stream.
Some Of the finest scenery in Ameri.
CD unfolded before them as they climb
ed; a moving picture Of the vastness
and grandeur of the Rockies that no
theatre has captured.
The chauffeur was too busy with
his machine, to enjoy the beauties Of
the road. which was new to him. but
Mildred's EXPLANATIONS of delight and
her mothers enthusiastic replies prov.
ed almost as entertaining as the seen
cry. The other lady scarcely spoke
and he decided that she was q quiet
creature.
They stopped for lunch at widen.
ing Of the road. Charlie busted him
self by giving his machine an over
hauling while the ladies spread a
snowy cloth over lichen covered
| rock. The quiet one broght a small
pail of water from the foaming tor
rent far below, while Mrs. Cleveland
and Mildred set out substantial
meal to repair the ravages Of hunger.
caused by the keen mountain air.
Time to get ready for lunch, Mr..
Chauffeur, called Mrs. Cleveland,
and Charlie ran blithly down the
steep slope to the stream. He leaned,
over and took a deep draught from
the pool below a great rock, which
the foaming waters tried In vain to
leap; then laved his face and hands
in the icy torrent racing down from
the eternal snowbanks near the sum.
NIT. When he turned toward the
roadway his eyes we're on the lofty
hills that guarded the wonderfully
beautiful stream. As he regained the
highway his gaze fell upon the group
at the improvised table, and for the
first time he saw the face Of the
quiet one. She had partly turned to-
ward Mrs. Cleveland to whom she
was speaking. and even at that dis
lance he could see that her manner
was both refined and elegant. Her
soft gray hair curled slightly about
large ear and pulled out under the
brim of the gray hat with its touch
NJ mink. A pair of rimless glasses
with fine gold chain fastened some
where under the hat, among the gray,
nufYs: an aquiline nose and pointed
chin made an attractive profile. she
turned to pass dish Of crimson
j., " her hostess and Charles
beots ;, Neat. Could he be right!
heart lost A. " voice, VIII you
Then Mildseds ss'
please fill my glass Mrs. Hittfiage!
No. He was not 'nistakeni the Guiet
one was his mother!
Would she recognize hVA' instinc-
lively he felt in his coat pcepat for
the huge goggles he nearly al~sYs'
wore when running his car.
He scarcely knew what the lunch !
con was like, for behind us respect.
able disguise he was Teasing his eyes
on his mothers face. His voice had
assumed manly qualities since she had
heard 1t so he had no fear that it
would betray him. Looking into her
fine strong face he knew that the.
life he was leading was not one that
she would have chosen for him and
he was divided between the desire
to call her mother and an equally
strong instinct to go away ana leave
her to such fancies as she might
weave of the son who ran away in