Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-09-14

THOMPSON crawled from under the
i car, his face, hands and clothes
streaked with a combination Of perspira l.
tion. tar, gravel and grease that pc
spoke doom for the light gray trousers,
and visit to the manicure tor Ie Ihe
hands. And worst of all, the autohooiie
still refused to bulge
II give up" groaned Thompson, sink sin,
ing despondently on the grass. ny ny
blame thing won't go, ana tha's a'
there is to it."
Never say die" cautioned a voice
at his elbow. Faint heart never "o'
MY dear young lady",-ThompsoI
hurriedIy drew his grimy handkerchief
over his face. and tried anxiousiy 70 rno
the part in his tousled haic-1ust az
present I haven't any heart at all, altel
all I have been through"
What have you done?
Thompson looked doubtfully at the
spotless stranger who was scrutinlzins
the lifeless creature before her with
a seemingly professionaI eye: n, ae sense so;, IN
telling her what he had done She might
be good fun at a dance. or IN canoe, OF
at tennis. but around ana ABOUT ma
chinery, never! !,
We'll" he began. Il looked 10 see II
! had any gasoline.
THAT was clever of you" smiled the
girl so many men would knock an
engine to pieces first, and discover an
empty gasoline can later. Is there water
in the radiator?'
car well oiled?"
Certainly"
How are the spark plugs! cracked
one will cause no END OF trouble you
know" - ~, II.
know a little about motors. No he
said the plugs are all right: Besides
IL one of them was broken the engine
would have given warning; 1t wouldn',
have stopped dead
"Its your ignition !" Beth squintee
her eyes deep in thought. There is g
wire loose somewhere"
There is not. Thompson cried EN-
phatically. i've followed every blame
wire up and they ARE are sHbs3 all @ he k troue,,
is. Your timer Is dirty"
Thompson did not stop to question
He tackled the timer with fresh enthu
siasm, wondering why he had no
thought to clean the part oelore. A
moment later he held up the offendinf
section. a layer of grease caking the in
lust wipe it over and the car will
r,n with ease" faunted Beth, her eyes
twinkling merrily. And. SO long.
On the way to the ,sar YlslassT Tbomnsn, I0r n1
sneculated on who the Motor Lady
Wight be. and why she had hurried
away so quickly. He was thinking or hel
when he stored the car away in ths
hotel garage, and engaged his room fol
the night He even sat on the veranda Il
watch all the women that passed, hoping
that she would pass too.
When night came hope fed. He was
in town for the one night only. to sci
tires TO the E. B. Sterns Garage Com
many, and would leave for the next big
town directly after breakfast.
He strobe up and down the long cor
ridor putting thoughtfully at his cigar
waiting for the manager OF the garage
who had arranged to meet him that
evening At 8 o'clock on the minute the
cali boy motioned to the restless man
"E' B. Sterns is out on the veranda
waiting for you. sir"
Thompson threw away his cigar His
mind was wandering and he needed to
concentrate, for the Sterns people were
customers he wanted to secure. He
hurried out A slender figure rose from
a rocker to meet him,
Good morning. Mr.. Thompson"
YES" Thompson hesitated. Sorry
can't stop, but ] have a pressing en-
xagement just now"
II know-with me-" laughed the girl
II am +. b. Sterns, You. wish to in.
te{ost me In q certain make Of tire.
heye . fpll stcck Of 1oes ON hand in1I