The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-03-26

note book and began questioning the
driver.
Helen could not hear what he said,
but he was taking the chauffeur's
name and license number So they
were being arrested for speeding.
Rapidly filling out a blank he hand
ed 1t to George with a gruff:
you're to appear in the One Hun
dred and Twenty-fifth street court to-
morrow at 10 o'clock"
Still without deigning a word or
glance toward Mr.. Reed or Warren,
he jumped on his motorcycle and was
gone
But we wern't going very fast,
ventured Helen timidly, wondering
why they had not said word nor
made the slightest protest.
mo use arguing with those fel
lows" said Mr.. Reed BEST way is
to 60 to court and take your medi-
cine"
And will they fine you much?" she
asked anxiously.
Mr.. Reed shrugged his shoulders.
Ten or twenty dollars"
Ten or twenty dollars. And this
extra expense, too, had been their
fault. If they had not lost so much
time going out of the way they would
not have been running so fast. For a
moment she wished Warren would Of
| fer to pay the fine-it would lesson
| her sense of obligation. But then she
realized how strange that would look.
They were Mr. Reeds guests and he
| must bear whatever expense the trip
! incurred
Here George drew the car up sud
denly and iumDed out
| whats the matter?' asked Mr..
Reed Lights out again?'
! mo, sir" examining the gasoline
tank "There's no gasoline"
mo gasolinet Great heavens, have
we driven that much?" Mr.. Reed was
out peering into the tank. by jove,
we're in fix"
Just then a policeman came up,
swinging his club.
| "Where's the nearest place to get
gasoline?" demanded Mr.. Reed.
sullivan 's-six blocks up. That's
about the only place open now"
There was nothing to do but for the
chauffeur to go after it, and in
gloomy silence they settled back to
wait.
They would have had plenty of gas
oline, thought Helen wretchedly ii
! only tuSy ild1 lot SoIlS out vi lhO way
And yet Warren did not seem to real
ize that it was all his fault. Would
they ever get home? She was so tired
and sleepy she could have cried.
Time for hi INTO be getting back,
said Warren finally, lighting another
cigar "Shouldn't take him more than
! twenty minutes"
Mr. Reed glanced at his watch, but
! made no comment. Helen felt that
he was silent only because he was
thoroughly angry and out of patience
| Mr. Reed had gotten out of the cal
and was walking up and down.
But at last they saw George trudg
! ing back carrying a large can.
That place was shut up. Had tc
| go over to Amsterda mavenue,' he
announced sullenly, as he poured the
gasoline into the tank.
Mr. Reed stood by watching him
| but made no comment. The trip had
worn out and irritated them all, and
he had taken refuge in a guarded 81
| lence.
Once more the chauffeur crankeG
up the machine, and once more they
started off But to Helens horror the
car soon stopped again.
whats the matter now" asked
! Mr.. Reed, and Helen could feel the
! controlled wrath in his voice.
Don't know, SIR answered George
! as he took out his tools.
Then both Warren and Mrs. ReeC
got out and began looking the machine
over. Helen was huddled up in the
wide back seat alone, almost toe
wretched to care what happened
See here, Curtis, said Mr.. ReeC
suddenly. You'd better take Mrs
Curtis and go home. I think there's
something wrong with that gasoline
Don't know when We'll get off. 70,