The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1918-01-26
HIS DRIVER
BY MILDRED WHITE.

Glen Truesdale, alightlng at the vii
the usual hotel conveyance. II was a
mile and half TO the center of the
town, and his time there was limited
No customary bus presented itself TO
his vision; impatiently he strobe up
the roadway. and there, just at the
bend. waited large automobile. In
the drivers seat sat the most beautiful
girl he had ever seen.
Truesdale was debating with him
SELF whether he might dare 10 ask OF
her the information the brusque sta
ton agent denied, when the girl leaned
forward.
"Auto for Lyndenville?" she asked.
"You mean" he blurted out, "that
you would drive me there?"
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.
"Where2" she asked briefly.
i
| Truesdale answered with the house.
no invitation for further remark In her
businesslke manner.
Once she turned to smile at him.
"Great morning, isn't it," she said. To
Glen Truesdale 1t was "great morn
ing"
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 so little of interesting variety In
his tread-mill life, this glorious morn
ing spin had seerAed like an hour from
his boyhood. The car and the services
of this lovely. battling maid We're mi
raculously for hire.
"This afternoon" said Truesdale, 81
would like to be carried over to the
next town; could you do it?'
The girl considered. "Yes," she
said; ''and there will 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-
err seemed to feel free now, TO include
she made to the others. Back. with
the station lights cleaning through
evening dusk, Glen Truesdale fingered
beside the big car.
st will be necessary for me to pay
n weekly visit here for some time" he
told the girl; may ask you TO drive
me each Wednesday,"
For moment she regarded him be-
meath her soft cap brim.
Certainly" she agreed impersonally.
1t was altogether strange and mex
plicable how that winsome, girlish face
him through the days which
followed. Mockingly 1t smiled from /
perplexing papers; resentfully 1t {
seemed to withdraw at his own return !
Ing smile. Unaccountable anger filled {
him--that "she" should be carrying
people about, here and there, at so
much a mile, and why? And what /;
was Il all to him, he who did not even 5
know her name? a
"My name is Glen Truesdale." he alb C
-uptly informed her upon one of their ]
alter rides. ~ would like to know y
yours" c
Margaret Carstairs," she replied in !
This last ride down through the
'arly starlight, was one of enehant- r
nent. Truesdale dared hardly glance =
t the glowing face near his own. lest Il
he must tell the girl how lovely she |
vas. and forever break the charm.
he knew that one step CO
ut of his stipulated role of customer j
My" would be the end. But how to d
ee her under other and more promis- !,
ne conditions-that was the problem. :,
hen, because he must know more of
er, he sought the station agent. ltl
''Whom did you say she was?" he ii
sked casually. "the young woman who at
rives the auto-bus?" IN
Don't know much about 'em," the re
gent replied. "Came here couple -
months ago and rented the old Gage "a
lace. Carstairs, the name. Her hus- m
and started to run the auto trips, tn