The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-08-15

LuiIihDl
We was at that livery stable in
less than two shakes. The Teller
that owned the livery stable was
sweeping out.
Have you got a horse that will
take me to Brantboro in half an
hour?" asks the Twin.
The Teller stared at him. BE
you erazy?" says he.
Martin didn't answer Whose
machine is that? he asks.
He was pointing to a big auto
mobile in the stable.
Mr.. Shearer's. He's away for
a week and we're keeping it for
him."
"Can I hire it?"
The feller's mouth fell open
like twas on hinges.
Hire it? Hire Mr.. Shearer's
automobile?" says he. We'll, I'll
be darned.
I'll pay you-so and So" says
Hartley. Never mind the price he
offered. It was so big that /
wouldn't be believed IL I told IL.
For heavens sake!" hollers
the livery Teller as we chuff-
chuffed out of the stable door,
take care of the thing. i don't
know what'll come to me for this
job when Shearer hears of it."
We got down to the street.
looked at my watch. 1t was
twenty-five minutes past six.
Now, SOL" says Hartley, you
must help me If l need you. l can
use only one hand, SO you pull
ha4 kATI A..
your hair on. We're going to go. ="
We went-oh, yes, we WENT
I'd never rode in a buzz cart
afore, and inside of five minutes
l was figgering that I'd never live
to ride in one again. Suffering!
how we did fly!
Afore l had time to think
straight, scarcely, or remember to
say more than a line or two of
Now l lay me-" we was sizzling
through Brantboro. We whirled
into the big yard of the Cold
Spring House and hauled up by
the steps. Hartley piled out and
followed him. We'd used up
just eighteen minutes.
'Here!" rays he to the clerk a
twin brother of the one at Wapa-
tomae: take this to DR.. Jordan's
ROOM"
He scrubbed something on a
slip of paper and chucked It acress
the desk. The clerk yelled for a
boy and the boy took the paper
and lit out. Pretty quick he comes
back.
He wants you to come right
up, Mister" says he.
Good" says Martin, tossing
him half a dollar. Lead the
way"
In ten minutes more the Twin
comes downstairs and Doctor Jor-
dan was with him. The doctor
was a big gray-haired man with a
pleasant face. He looked as
though he'd dressed in q hurry
and he had a travelling satehel in
his hand.
There's a train back" Martin
shouts to me.
We went out to the automobile.
Martin started her up and we
whizzed for the depot.
Martin run the automobile in
to one of the horse sheds by the
depot. Then he passed the man
in charge the bill that happened
to be on the outside of his roll.
Twas a tenner, for 1 caught a
glimpse of 1t.
Here" he says; take this and
wait here till the shofer comes
for the machine. Well, skipper,
we're on time, after ALL"
So we was, and ahead of 1t. We
waited on the depot platform. I
noticed that Hartley want say
ing much. Now that the excite
ment was over, he seemed to me
to be mighty quiet. Once, when
he walked, I thought he stag
gered. And he was awful white.
The train pulled in. We
climbed aboard. Then Hartley
flops over on the cushions in a
dead faint.
Its his arm, I guess" says 1.
He bruised IL aboard the sloop."
The doctor pulled mp Hartley's
coat sleeve and left of the arm.
Bruised it," he says, II should
say he did. The arm is broken"
So the Dora Bassett had not
suffered alone.
With a Stat off a box in the bag
gage car, and pieces of Hartley's
shirt, the doctor splieed that arm
as pretty as a picture. Then he
rugged up a sling made of a cOu-
pie of handkerchief, and there
was the patient In pretty fair
shape, considering.
When We got to WellmOuth
the conductor held up the train
while l made arrangements with
the driver Of the Old Home House
depot wagon to take Martin to
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