The Washburn leader., 1916-12-01
4 TRIPLE MIRACLE
BY SARA LoNGLEY.

DTS OF InarDle CHIPS, SHutlnsS uuu po"
dered plaster. For the great dolned
hall of the Browns city house was be-
ing remodeled according to plans
drawn by Harrison, the celebrated ar'
chitect.
Reaching the door of the library,
she unlocked it, cropping her way in the
dark among the heavy pieces OF
shrOuded furniture, and drew up u
window shade to let in some sun.
Mercy! How close and stuffy and
dusty! But l must call mother on the
phone and tell her got here safely
in my new roadster and I'll start for
Glover Hill as soon as I have some
luncheon ut the hotel"
She looked fondly at her new road
car. dark Brewster, green, with ivory
wheels. Near it at the curb was a
ridiculous little Bridge, SO mud-caked
Betsy wondered that it could go.
Its wonder to me-" said Betsy in
dignahtly, show some people can treat
car so. No matter what kind it Is,
it's car-same as yellow pup Is
dog.
"That's true," said a man on the
stone balcony outside the window, but
a yellow pup wouldn't be happy if he
were clean. He would only go out and
roll in the gutter again. If his insides
are well taken care of, he's happy, and
he'll 60 until he drops"
h
grimy hands and changed the subject.
II have to get to the second floor and
the stairs are gone. What can l do?"
"You can go up the ladder, perhaps.
But it's pretty high. Anything can
dO?"
"Yes," agreed Betsy, suddenly trust
ing the brown eyes. Here's the key
to mothers room. Open the big box
ut the foot of the bed and get gray
velvet coat. Then close up everything
again, please"
Betsy locked up the library and went
out to her car. After short delay
the man came out with the wrap. "Im
sorry to keep you waiting, but l
couldn't find it right away" he ex-
planned. His eyes were not smiling
now and his lips were set very firm.
She wondered at the change.
For an hour after she left the hotel
things went famously. Then, rounding
a curve between a high, wooded bank
and a rovine, she found herself in mud
quite foot deep. She put on more
power and plowed through, but the
wheels started to slip. Suddenly she
put on the brake and the car stopped
dead. What had happened she couldn't
tell, but the car wouldn't move at all
In any direction. There she was alone
In a mudhole miles away from help
and another storm coming!
Then she seard a snappy little chug,
chug behind her. She turned and there
was the ugly little Bridge car she had
made fun of, with her accommodating
workman turning the wheel this way
and that with one hand.
"Whats' wrong?" he called.
II don't know! It won't move."
IF you'll ride in my little yellow
dog, I'll be glad to take YOU"
Betsy looked ut it with distaste and
pictured herself riding into Clover Hill.
''Thank you, no. If you would take me
to Dexter, I can take the electric near
ly all the way. Would you mind?"
I'D be delighted to do anything you
say"
"Tell me, are you hurt3" she asked
suddenly.
Il strained my hand a little this
morning, but can manage the steer
Ilng."
They reached Dexter and she board
ed a car.
"Good-by," she called to her benefac-
tor, land thank you SO much"
The trolley car went five or six miles
through green fields and curved around
the foot Of the hills. Then suddenly
1t stopped.
"There has been q landslide !" called
q man up front. And, sure enough,
there across the track were stone and
dirt it would tale hours to remove.
Betsy left the car and looked dis
consolately at the mass. Then she
heard a familiar sound, and, turning,
she beleld her workman friend In his
brave little Bridge bouncing along the
road near the track.
| "COme On!' he called. won't you
let me take you home!"
"You are terribly kind!" said Betsy.
III you wouldn't mind taking me to
| North Stanwick, I can make the after
noon express"
"Just as you say!" he agreed.
So she took the train ut North Stan
wick, feeling ut last that her troubles
were at an end. But after few miles
there was q jolt and the train stopped.
'sThe bridge is on fire just ahead. =
explained the brakeman to anxious In
quiries. ~ 9e@ 4>
Betsy was in despair. She walked
up and down the track wondering what
to do, when q voice called across 9
fence:
'Do you want q lift"
It was her workman In his faithful
little Bridge.
eyes," she called wearily. "Will you
please take me home?"
Harrison was coming to dinner"
said her mother at seven, ''but he fell
Saoan q loddor today and hrNke u hone