The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1916-11-30
A TRIPLE MIRACLE
BY SARA LONGLEY.

dered plaster For the great uOineu
hall of the Browns city house was be-
ing remodeled according to plans
drawn by Harrison, the celebrated ar
chitect.
she unlocked 1t, cropping her way in the
dark among the heavy pieces of
shrouded furniture, and drew up q
window shade to let in some sun.
Mercy How close and stuffy and
dusty! But 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 have some
luncheon at the hotel"
She looked fondly at her new road
car, a dark Brewster, green, with ivory
wheels. Near 1t ut the curb was
ridiculous little Bridge. SO mud-caked
Betsy wondered that 1t could 60.
'It's wonder to me-" said Betsy In
dignantly, "how some people can treat
car so. No matter what kind 1t Is,
it's a car-same as a yellow pup Is
dog.
THAT'S true" said man on the
stone balcony outside the window, but
n yellow pup wouldn't be happy IL he
were clean. lie would only go out and
roll In the gutter again. II his insides
are well taken care of, he's happy, and
he'll go until he drops"
Betsy lSo,Ssd Mt his Overalls and
grimy hnhds and changed the subject.
II have to get to the second floor and
the stairs are gone. What can dor"
"YOu can go up the ladder, perhaps.
But it's pretty high. Anything 1 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 n short delay
the man came out with the wrap. I'm
sorry to keep you waiting, but
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 high, wooded bank
and a ravine, she found herself in mud
quite a 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 mudhole miles away from help
and another storm coming!
Then she seard 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! Ii won't move"
'lf you'll ride in my little yellow
dog, I'll he glad to take you."t
Betsy looked at it with distaste and
pictured herself riding into Clover Hill.
"Thank you, no. If you would take me
to Dexter, ! can take the electric near
~ all the way. Would you niindT'
"Td be delighted to do anything you
say"
Tell me, are you hurt?" she asked
suddenly.
81 strained my hand little this
morning, but can manage the steer
Ing"
They reached Dexter and she board
ed u 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 a landslide !" called
there across the track were stone and
dirt 1t would tale hours to remove.
Betsy left the car and looked dis
consolately at the mass. Then she
heard familiar sound, and, turning
she beheld her workman friend In his
p'"'N iiNtit 'iiubt DouhNihb thC
road near the track.
Come on" he called. wont you
let me take you home I"
"Y0u are terribly kind !" said Betsy. |
IF you wouldn't mind taking me to |
North Stanwick, l can make the after
noon express"
"Just as you say!" he agreed.
So she took the train at North Stan :
wick, feeling ut last that her troubles |
were ut an end. But after few miles |
there was jolt and the train stopped. |
"The bridge is on fire just ahead"
explained the brakeman to anxious in |
quiries.
Betsy was in despair. She walked |
up and down the track wondering what |
to do, when voice called across a |
fence:
do you want lift?"
1t was her workman In his faithful |