The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1915-07-20

Arnold Lee devoted hlmSel1 so as |
siduously to his work that his appre-
ciative employer raised his salary and
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, |
grin on his grimy face.
81 guess she'll go now, sir" he
chuckled, as Arnold climbed YEARLY
into the car and grasped the wheel
| If 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
i 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, 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
into the ocean.
"Zip-z-z-z-z-zip!"
The tires bit hard in the bluestone
drive until 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
brass face Of the dial was inscribed
the legend: 81 mark only life's sun
ny hours
Standing beside the sundiaI, 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 its 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.
z They discovered the young man sit
i ting daZedly in a bed of crushed and
f. hopelessly ruined flowers. In his Lar
r was the dial plate, hurled from its
n pedestal by the impact of the little
|. car, which turned over on its side
q grumbled fitfully and twitched spas
r medically from inward disturbances
4 peculiarly its own.
Everywhere there was sweet anC
= overpowering fragrance of heliotrope
. What do you mean by this sort Of
a speeding in my grounds?" demanded
\ Mr.. Wayne pompously. Your posi-
. ton as my future son-in-law doesnt
\ entitle you to take such liberties. Yor
o have made fearful wreck of my mos
: cherished"
"But l am not your future son-in
= law, Mr.. Wayne!"
d Arnold endeavored to rise, WINGED
Or and resumed his seat
:. The old gentleman glared from
Paulas downcast face to Arnold's pale
l. countenance.
Y 'You didn't tell me, Paula!" b,
IL gasped in an aggrieved tone
# He is your future son-in-lawl" burs
n forth Paula tearfully 81 don't car,
Il what he says-I shall marry him, 81
IL therei"
n 'Tut-tut!" chided Mr. Wayne, star
tied at his daughters words and cleo
g trified by the change in Arnold's ex
d preston. You'll have to settle it be
tween you, and if Arnold is injured hi