The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1915-08-07
PROF. SIMPSONS Ride
BY ANNE DONALDSON.


eyes. Eileen was small and dark and
vivacious; she was undeniably clever
and possessed several natural accom-
plishments-a rich contralto voice
that charmed the ear, the ability to
whistle like a bird, def fingers at
thinning dainty water colors, turning
a rhyme or drawing cartoons. Eileen
had baked at entering college-she
declared that out of four daughters
mother must have one who could help
manage the house.
So when Prof Archibald Sampson
came to the university town, Eileen's
learned sisters preened themselves
and prepared for conquest. Professor
Sampson was a noted archeologist,
man of means, loving science and
| learning for its own sake, and a bach
| elor
Mr.. Wakelee was a retired banker
| with a fondness for golf and his fam
lily of girls were socially popular
One day Mr.. Wakelee brought Pro-
fessor Sampson home to luncheon, and
Maud and Eva and Paula prettily dis
| played their stock of learning, while
the professor only seemed interested
in the salad and beamed upon Eileen
when she admitted that she was re-
sponsible for it.
Mr.. Wakelee laughed heartily as
the weeks went by and Professor
SIMPSONS attentions to his youngest
daughter became more pronounced,
but Mrs. Wakelee dropped a word of
advice to Eileen.
in love with him?' Oh, no. mum
! sy!" she cried. "He is years older
than / am; and besides" A lovely
color stained her olive cheeks and
her hazel eyes became soft and lus-
: trous with some hidden thought.
: "Besides?" questioned her mother
: gently.
\ "Besides-he couldn't really care to
Z marry such silly girl as l am" fin
e ished Eileen, and she guessed that
q her mother knew that was not the
real ending Of her uncompleted SEN
tence.
, The next afternoon the Wakelees'
touring car glided down the avenue
to the front gate. Eileen was at the
wheel, alone in the big machine.
She waved her hand to her family
assembled on the veranda and sped
out of sight.
Il hope she will be careful" sighed
: Mrs. Wakelee.
There would have been dismay on
the shaded veranda of the Wakelee
house IL Eileen's family had seen the
= twin imps of mischief in her great
: eyes.
= = The machine crawled down the
road. skirted the campus and over
: took Professor Sampson as he was re-
:. turning to his lodging.
= Good afternoon" called Eileen
gayly.
He beamed upon her, hat in hand.
: I'm driving up to the Point" she
went on. 1.-THE winds been blowing
4 all morning and there must be a fine
surf up there. Come along?"
: 'Will II" was his answer, as he
j jumped in beside her. Il need a
% fresh wind to blow all thes isms
: and ologies out of my poor old head"
n you seem to be sorry for your
/. SELF" accused Eileen, impudently.
d Il have reason to be-" he sighed
>. gustily.
: EileeR's heart jumped and she
II. threw in the clutch. The car leaped
"a forward. The professor chung to his
! hat.
1. q love to speed, don't your" she
10 laughed up at him.
"a NO" he gasped.
do you want to get out now?" ahe
dared him.
"No-you need a guardian" he said
jerkily. please be careful"
Ill
81 while as the great machine tore along
IL the macadam road, swinging around
IS sharp corners, bounding up and down
OF hills, narrowly averting collisions.
Is At last he leaned over and placed
his hands over her little gloved ones
III He guided the machine into an oper
q. field while Eileen struggled against
his superior strength. At last the
- car was at painting standstill.
ns ''Now, you little goose, chang'
places with me-" he said masterfully
re, You're not fit to drive a car"
ho Eileen regarded him mutinousl!
IL from under thick, black lashes. g
ne prefer to drive it myself" she said.
'p. He stood up and, catching her IN
all der the arms, lifted her from tn,
drivers seat and slipped into It him
self
t'Well!" blazed Eileen angrily. g
ne like that"
of My dear child" he smiled humor
en- ously at her, L gave you credit 10
it more sense than to risk our hves II
Yin that manner. Your life is very pre-
rd clous to me for several reasons on
Ill, is because I'm fond OF you, anothe
ey, is because my nephew. Jack Lamsol
lb- -ah, you blush, little giri-confesset
as to me that he met you last summe
i've and that you are secretly engaged
nd He's working like a steam engine I
cir get ahead, and i think you ought {