The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1918-02-08
HIS DRIVER
BY MILDRED WHITE

Glen Truesdale, alighting at the viz
age station. looked quickly about for
the usual hotel conveyance. II was a
mile and a half to the center Of the
town, and hts time there was limited.
No customary bus presented itself 10
his vision; impatiently he strobe up
The roadway. and there. just At the
bend waited a large automobile. In
the drivers seat sat the most beautiful
girl he had ever seen.
Truesdaie was debating with him.
self whether he might dare To ask or
her the information the brusque sta
ton agent denied, when the girl leaned
forward.
Auto for LyndenvilleT' she asked.
You mean" he blurted out, shat
sou would drive me thereT'
The girl pushed open the car door.
That is my business" she answered.
With alacrity he placed his valIse In
the machine and seated himself by the
driver. Her gauntleted hands were
upon the wheel.
"WhereT' she asked briefly.
Truesdale answered with the house
name OF his destination. There was
no invitation for further remark In her
ousinesslike manner.
| Once she turned to smile at him.
Great morning isn't TT" she said. To
Glen Truesdale 1t was n great morn
ng."
There's the great business block
ahead" laughed the girl. 'and your
office the center one. Twenty-Five
cents, please"
$50 soon." said Truesdale. His tone
bespoke disappointment.
The driver flung open the door, and
even as he descended she prepared
to whirl her car about In departure.
Then inspiration came TO him. There
was 80 little OF interesting variety in
his tread-mIll life. this glorious morn.
ing spin had seemed like an hour from
his boyhood. The car and the services
" this lovely. battling maid were mi
raculousiy for hire.
''Thls afternoon" said Truesdale, II
would like TO be carried over 10 the
next town could you do itf'
The girl considered. "Yes," she
said; "and there viii be other passen-
gers. Call for you at two"
The other passengers were tucked
into the back seat when she arrived.
Silently he resented the presence OF
the two old ladies'. but on their swing
ing way again, he was glad. The driv-
er seemed TO feel free now. to include
him in the merry. descriptive remarks
she made TO the Others Back. with
the station lights cleaning through
evening dusk. Glen Truesdale fingered
beside the big car.
ut win be necessary for me 20 pay
a weekly visit here for some time" he
told the girl; may / ask you TO drive
me each Wednesday,
For a moment she regarded him be-
meath her soft cap brim.
Certainly" she agreed impers0nally.
II was altogether strange and mex
plicnble how that winsOme. girllsh face
haunted him through the days which
followed. Mockingly Il smiled from
perplexing papers: resentfully Il
seemed TO withdraw at his own return
Ing smile. Unaccountnble anger filled
him-that "she" should be carrying
people about. here and there. at so
much a mile, and whyi And what
was II all 90 him, he who did not even
know her nnme7
MY name Is Glen Truesdnle." he alb
ruptly Informed her upon one OF their
later rides. II would like TO know
yours"
Margaret CarstaIrs," she replied in
mimicry.
This last ride down through tho
early starlight. was one OF enehant-
mcnt. Truesdale dared hardly glance
At the glowing face near his own. lest
he must tell the girl how lovely she
was. and forever break the charm.
instlnctively, he knew that one step
out OF his stipulated role Of customer
only" would be the end. But how to
see her under other and more proInis-
Ing eondltions-that was the problem.
/ Then. because he must knew more OF
her, he sought the station agent.
''Whom did you say she WASP ha
asked casually. ''the young woman who
drives the autO-busT'
Don't know much about EN-" the
E2gent replied. ''Cnme here a couple
u months ago and rented the old Gage
place. Carstairs. the name. Tier hus-
band started 10 run the auto trips.
when he was called 20 war. Then. she
took Il up. Pretty plucky"
TrueSdale's head was swimming He
stepped out into the night. Her huz-
hpnd-and he had gone-to war. Yes.
IL was pretty plucky. And Glen T~ueS-
dale came back 20 the country town
I no more
The girls eyes grew wistful as We'd
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