Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-04-07
THE DAILY STORY
Men Marooned

IF this Is not the limit" Milby ejacu-
lated as two tires popped in the same
half second with a sound like cannon,
there in the deep green woods.
They were on opposite sides-hence
progress was well-nigh impossible without
pateh!ng-which meant at least an hours
delay. They were already fearfully late
at the best the garden party would he
half over. Now-the prospect was to miss
1t altogether. Milby heaved n deep sigh in
thinking so, but Hartwell laughed a lazy,
half-satisfied laugh.
Don't shoot-but trulv-I told you So
he said. Told you we'd never get saf"
over this vaunted shortcut of yours. In
deed, I doubt II II is oven n long cut
my sense of direction says it goes away
from Gray Top, not to it. If you had let
me ask that man."
"Shut upl II me no ifs" Milby re-
torted He had got out and was already
helping the chauffeur all he dared. having
regard for festive attire. Hartwel
stretched himself easily on a bank of
leaves-the shade was too thick for grass.
Though they were old leaves, two dry
weeks had made them rustly and fairly
sweet-smelling, an inviting bed to man
Constitutionally indolent,
Get up It's aggravatinG enough with
out seeing you look as If you were al
ready at the party-with pretty girls wait
ing ana beamlng on your celebrity NIL
by commented.
HartwelI only stretched himself more
languidly, half closed his eyes and muir
INJURED sleepily: Wake me at the crisis
then may be some good"
Next second he sprang up, peerinG
eagerly down the woods lengths. There
he saw a sylvan goddess-at least she
seemed such. in a short, scant, leather
bordered, duh green frock, with a tiny
green cap crowning thick black hair and
a curious bundle under her arm. 1t was
really the tripod of a spider-legged fold
ing camera-closed il had some sugges-
ton of Pipes o. Pan. She stood still, but
hesitant. evidently she had taken i'm all
their mIschance. AS she met Hartwells
eyes she came forward stepping with the
motion of a fawn.
MAY l offer help? You know the
comfy of motorists"
Indeed you may. You are an angel OF
deliverance." Milby interrupted eagerly
running on quickly to explain their plight,
their need.
She heard him, smiling family, then
answered rehectiyely. You took the
wrong fork at the crossroads. Gray Top
is-on, you'll never make il in time-not
even II you started in haf an hour, but
don't hate me for croaking raven
you can get there-if you will-for the fag-
end OF things"
.sIf we Will. Show US! Wen De your
slaves for Hfe," Milby said, eagerly.
Her smile strengthened. Mrs. Gray, OF
Gray Top. will likewise be grateful she
said 81 know her-a little-but that
doesn't matter-to get you there. Take
nay car; my chauffeur knows a way
around that permits speed.
II think We should do no such thing
.-staying here Is much, much pleasanter
than any garden party can be-" Hart
we'll spoke, his first word after faint
Ereetins
The goddess laughed softly. For you,
perhaps. but how about the 81 varieties
of adoring young women, all prettied up.
their very best IN hope to see their pet
author2 You see ] know you. Mr.. Hart
uelI Your pictures come even here into
the bapkwoods Besides. I nave heard
seil. thinss.
hlt-T know you won't tell-not even II
lhey are hanging matters Hart@el re-
furled.
Sic shook her head At him. asking
sHow can you possibly knoWf Are yot
alzaTd-or l wholly Transparent"
Neither he answered promptly, Blu
eoa are what Is much rafer than trans
SlarenaV- V-sonebody who has the gooe
$sste IS prefer silence to gabbling. els'
you'd he at the garden party. not her
Isadt to sacrifice as 70 the Aoloeh o
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