The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1917-02-27
A TRIPLE MIRACLE
BY SARA LONGLEY.

Betsy picked her way through the de-
bris of marble chips, shavings and pow
dered plaster. For the great domed
hall of the Browns city house was be-
ing remodeled according to plans
drawn by Harrison, the celebrated ar
chtect.
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
window shade to let in some sun.
Mercy! How close and stuffy and
dusty! But | must call mother on the
phone and tell her l 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, dark Brewster, green, with ivory
wheels. Near it at the curb was
ridiculous little Bridge, so mud-caked
Betsy wondered that it could go.
Its a wonder to me-" said Betsy in
dgnantly, "how some people can treat
car so. No matter what kind it is,
it's a car-same as a yellow pup is
a dog.
That's true" said 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 go until he Drops
Betsy looked at his overalls and
grimy hands and changed the subject.
p Il have to get to the second floor and
: the stairs are gone. What can do?"
J You can go up the ladder, perhaps.
d But it's pretty high. Anything l can
l do?'
: = Yes agreed Betsy, suddenly trust
!, ing the brown eyes. Here's the key
to mothers room. Open the big box
Il at the foot Of the bed and get gray
S, velvet coat. Then close up everything
o again, please"
< Betsy locked up the library and went
:. out to her car. After short delay
, the man came out with the wrap. I'm
W sorry to keep you waiting, but I
le couldn't find it right away" he ex-
n planned. His eyes We're not smiling
Il now and his lips were set very firm.
n She wondered at the change.
~ For an hour after she left the hota
things went famously. Then, rounding
a curve between high, wooded bank
and "a rayine, 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
il mudhole miles away from help
and another storm coming!
4 / Then, she, seard q slaDpy little chug,
chug behind her. She turned and there
] was the ugly little Bridge car she had
q made fun of, with her accommodating
I workman turning the wheel this way
and that with one hand.
whats wrong?" he called.
Il don't know, 1t won't move.'
| IF you'll ride in my little yellow
| dog, I'll be glad to take YOU
Il Betsy looked at it with distaste and
y pictured herself riding into Glover Hill
THANK YOU no. If you would take me
to Dexter, | can take the electric near
no Is all the way. Would you mind?'
I'D be delighted to do anything you
re say
Tell me, are you hurt?" she asked
he suddenly
= Il strained my hand a little this
.ar morning, but l can manage the steer
ing"
mr. They reached Dexter and she board
ed car.
,ut "Good-by," she called to her benefac
III tor, and thank you SO much"
The trolley car went five or six mile:
,io through green fields and curved arounC
al, the foot of the hills. Then suddenl.
~, it stopped.
- There has been a landslide.' called
~ man up front. And, sure enough
~ there across the track were stone ant
dirt it would take hours to remove
Betsy left the car and looked dis
"a consolately at the mass. Then sh
aid heard il familiar sound, and, turning
she beheld her workman friend in hi
o,y brave little Bridge bouncing along tn
,,;o road near the track.
Come on he called. Wont 20
- let me take you home"
ore You are terribly kind :" said Betsy
inc If you wouldn't mind taking me
of North Stanwick, | can make the after
,va noon express"
Just as you say" he agreed.
biS SO she took the train at North Star
mo wick, feeling at last that her trouble
oss were at an end. But after few mile
am there was jolt and the train stopped
The bridge is on fire just ahead
explained the brakeman to anxious IL
quiries.
Betsy was in despair. She Wake
Tor up and down the track wondering VIII;
IL: to do, when a voice called acrcSS
buy fence.