The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1915-12-28

CidtiVo employer raised LIS salary anu
predicted a bright future for him.
The road to married life was plain
enough now-but the one thing es-
sential was lacking. He had lost
Paula.
One morning when there was sun
shine on land and sea, and apparently
everywhere save in poor ArnOld's shad-
owed heart, he made the irritating dis
covery that the little car which took
him to his daily work refused to turn
a wheel
Lee, declining the proffered help
of the mechanician at the hotel gar
age, fumbled over the intricate parts
of the car and messed himself all up
with oil and grease until his linen
buster was as black as that of his
wouldbe assistant, who stood near by,
a grin on his grimy face.
Il guess she'll go now, sir" he
chuckled, as Arnold climbed YEARLY
into the car and grasped the wheel.
eff she doesn't"
But she did!
The words OF the mechanician were
lost in the buzzing whir of the motor
as the car lifted her front wheels and
leaped forward.
There was a scattering of interest
ed spectators, and an instant van
ishing of the hotel and it's grounds
as the machine tore down the drive
and turned into the highway toward
Kent
Arnold crouched over the steering
wheel, pulling at the speed levers
without avail. Then, to his horror,
he realized that the car would not
respond to his guidance.
He had reused it to action, but it
wouldn't stop! The steering gear re-
fused to work.
Just as he reached the upper gate
of Waynewood,e the off tire ground
against large stone, the car swerved
sharply to the right and shot through
the familiar gate of Waynewood.
At that instant Arnold would have
preferred to plunge straight forward
into the ocean.
'Zip-z-z-z-z-z-ipH
The tires bit hard in the bluestone
drive until a curve was reached, when
the machine plunged across the lawn,
almost miraculously choosing a lane
between two rows of Lombardy pop
lars.
The lane ended in Mr.. Wayne's
cherished bed of giant heliotrope, in
the center of which stood an ancient
sundial whose stone pedestal was
sunk deep in the ground. Around the
brass face of the dial was inscribed
the legend: Il mark only life's sun
ny hours"
Standing beside the sundial, knee
deep in purple and white heliotrope,
stood Paula Wayne. Her bright, un-
covered head was bent over the dial
and her slender forefinger traced the
words around the circle.
AS Arnold rushed toward her in the
runaway car their eyes met in mutual
terror.
She heard his voice shouting some
thing to her. She darted back to-
ward the piazza, and then the car
ended it's journey by smashing into
the stone pedestal and dislodging its
disguised owner.
"Bless my SOUL" yelled Mr.. Wayne
as he came flying from the house,
his pen dripping ink over his best
white linen suit. There goes my
heliotrope!"
Never mind your old heliotrope"
sobbed Paula as she flew past him.
Arnold is killed."
They discovered the young man sit
ting dazedly in a bed Of crushed and
hopelessly ruined flowers. In his lap
was the dial plate, hurled from it's
pedestal by the impact of the little
car, which turned over on its side,
grumbled fitfully and twitched spas
medically from inward disturbances
peculiarly it's own.
Everywhere there was a sweet and
overpoWering fragrance of heliotrope.
What do you mean by this sort of
speeding in my grounds?" demanded
Mr. Wayne pompously. Your posi-
ton as my future son-in-law doesn't
entitle you to take such liberties. You
have made fearful wreck of my most
cherished"
"But am not your future son-in-
law, Mr.. Wayne"
Arnold endeavored to rise, WINGED
and resumed his seat.
The old gentleman glared from
Paula's downcast face to Arnold's pale
countenance.
"You didn't tell me, Paula!" he
gasped in an aggrieved tone.
HE is your future son-in-law!" burst
forth Paula tearfully. Il don't care
what he says-I shall marry him, SO
there!"
"Tut-tutl" chided Mr.. Wayne, star
tied at his daughters words and cleo
trifed by the change in Arnolds ex-
preston. You'll have to settle it be-
tween you, and if Arnold is injured he
must be taken into the house at once
and doctor must see him."
AS Mr.. Wayne disappeared in the
house Paula sank down in the hello
trope beside her lover. She leaned
her elbows upon the dial plate and
her fingers traced the old legend
around its rim
Thanks to that blessed little car,
the dial still marks sunny hour for