The Press., 1917-12-13
MAKING
 HISTORY
Only 1t Pertained to Two Persons Instead of
 a Nation
By ALAN HlNSDALE

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 was driving my auto along country road, enjoying the constantly changing scenery. The spring had de- veloped into sumner; the leaves on the trees were full blown. birds were sing ing In the trees, rangr of distant hills stood soft and mellow against the horizon, light, ilcecy clouds sailed lazIly over an azure sky.
 am one Of those who love to ride slowly, that 1 may sec each vista, each landscape, near objects. enjoying them while 1 look. have no patience with those who must hc always tearing along so rapidly that no sooner does one get an eye on Il green velvet slope with cattle feeding upon it. than. pres to! 1t has vanished and it's place IS taken hy Il ragged height covered with, scrub trees, naSt wh.ch the road mays be so uneven as to require three mile an hour gait. Such drivers VIII get over twenty miles of beautirul scenery in a jiffy, to drag and Joll along beside quarry or street Rned with novels.
 On this summer morning of which speak my heart had Ecen warmed lN- the beautiful! fecked sunlight beside the road, and l felt especially char itahle toward all the world. | was mo torinc along a narrow dirt road, but extremely smooth. lined with broad ! space of ruff on either side to the i,Ajf rO1o nine figure whose lines and dress 1nd17 cated hat sl2c was d young girl. She was carrying d Ssltcbel of ample dimen7 | sionS on hcI arm and used a staff. When I camc up with her I brought my machine almost to staAdstill, she turned her flc2 toward me, and ! mo- ticed that it was comedy. i
 Shan I give you iift?" I asked.
 Thank you. sir. I have far to go and am aweary. she replied with that ! Scotch accent which in d woman is especially r. uSica!, though from man the words usually come like bullets from the nluZzIe of a pistol. She was about to climb into the rear | seat when opeled the forward door. and she took the seat beside me.
 Where do you go?" I asked. 1T diIlna know at present." sue an \ swered. II am to meet my brother at ! ALcdbury. Where We shall go from | there l canna tell
 I got out my road map, asked the girl | to unfold 1t and while held the wheel with one hand held the map with the | other saw that Medbury was q matter or ten miles as the crow files, but it was fifteen by road and nearly l thirty by such roads as would be suit able to an aItD,
 "At what hour do you expect to meet your brOther:" asked.
 "ThiS RfterToon." ! | It was 2 o'clock in the morning. was not required to Do at any particH- far place ut any particular time. There
 was plenty of time to get the girl to her destination before she was due there. She was pretty, her voice was | very sweet, and 1 saw no. reason why l should not enjoy her cOmpaniOnship for the greater part of the day instead of riding alone.
 | joggcd along till we came to fork in the road, and as l was about to turn into the right road the girl made g move to alight. saying that her route lay over the left road, which was only a lane. ] told her that I would take her to her destination over motOFable roads, and she consented. Again l lex- l amined my road map and laid out 2 | course involving fifty mile ride, and since preferred a slow gait we would | ols at a " l relied along l led my companion to talk about herself, for I felt some eu- riosity concerning her. She was not dressed as a farmers daughter, and. l although her accent was Scotch, 1t was not peasant accent. could not un- derstand why so refined a person should be irndging along on foot, and did not consider the lonely roads a proper place for 8 young girl to be un
 attended,
 l During our conversation she gave
 me her name as Edith MacDowReIl.
 Her father and mother had come. to America from Scotland when she was about ten years old. which acc0llnEetl for her retaining only portion of the dialect of her native country. Her ffl ; thcr had been q landed proprietor to II; very limited extent in Scotland and having been seized with the desire t3 | extend his p0s@ e.ssions. had sold his | property and come to America, where
 the proceeds of the sale would puT- chase d more extended domain. But il did not appear from what the girl told me that he had utilized his American acres except in deyoting some of them in the cultivation of fruit.
 AS we do not realize that we aFe
 making history, so we do not recognize
 in small events that We are shaping our lives. often revert 10 that pleas ant summer day when took into my auto for a lift q girl had never seen
 before, intending at the start to sci her down where onr paths diYerged:
 how I resolved to make her my com paniOn for ride: how she commuQt- fated to mo brief statement as to her
 social position. It was under the
 warm sunshine, tempered by deli ciOus cool breeze while we rolled along through beautiful country that was making history for myself as well as the girl beside me.
 In remembering the several small 1n-
 cidents that were tending to divert my ! life's path from what it had thus far
 been l have oftell thought that the
 matter of good roads played ans ilnpaEss
 tant part. Had the reads been stony
 or filed with hoIlowS my attention
 would have been necessarily fixed oil them and my tempeF would have been
 soreIy tried. Instead the roads were perfect. For miles tho dirt roads were dry and hard packed. When we en-
 tered upon the tHrnpikes they were either covered with the finest stone or
 were of asphalt. My machine worked to perfection, On these accounts was not only able to giFp my whole atten- tion to my faiF companion, but my