Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-08-03
BY SEWELL FORD

gone wrong with your engine"
SAY not 60" says Barry, steppin'
on the Accelerator careless.
"But I'm sure!' says Ann. "There"
With q final cough the thing has
quit cold. All Barry can seem to do.
though, is to jigsle the spark and
oddr' says he.
'Yes, but sitting here isn't going
to help" says Miss Mcleod. Get out
and sec what's happened. Come on"
And while she's liftin' the hood and
PAWN around among the wires ana
things, with Barry lookin' on pux-
sled and helpless. sort OF wanders
about inspectin' Adelbaran curious.
IT'S some relic. all right. and my
guess is that 1t was assembled by
. cross-eyed mechanic from choice
pieces he rescued on . scrap heap.
All Of sudden I notices something
peculiar.
''say. folks" / calls out. where's
the gas tank on this chariotr
why, It's on the back" says Barry.
well. 1t amt now.' says l. "It's
gone"
Gomez echoes Ann. 1.-THE gas tank7
Oh. that can't be possible"
Take . look" says I.
And sure enough, when they comes
around all they can find is the rusted
straps that held 1t in place and the
feed pipe twisted on short.
''Ha, ha" says Barry. "How utter
~ absurd. I've ratified OF q lot Of
things before, but never the gas tank.
And suppose that's rather important
to have"
go motoring nowadays without one"
"But-but what's to be doneT,, says
Barry. II simply must get to Birch
Crest in time to play the wedding
march. The ceremony is to be at
$3.50. you know, and here we are
Il should say" breaks in Ann, "that
we'd better find that tank and see
IL we can't screw it on or something.
1t can't be far behind, Of course"
That seemed sensible enough. SO
we spreads out across the road and
goes scoutin' down the hill. Didn't
seem likely q thing as big ~ that
could hide itself completely. even IL
It had bounced OF into the bushes.
But we got clear to the bottom with
out findin' so much a. its track. on
we goes, PAWN through the bushes,
and peekin' behind trees.
Come little tankey. como to your
master" calls Barry persuasive. Then
he tries whistIin' for It.
"Well. we're sure to md It some
where down that next HILL" says Ann.
Probably near that waterbfeak
where you gave us such q hard JOLT"
But We didn't. In fact, we secuted
back over the road for nearly q mile
with no signs Of the bloomin' thing.
Then we've missed it," fnally de-
cides Ann. ''of course. no car could
run this far without gas"
you don't know Adelbaran," says
Barry. He's quite used to running
without things. I've trained him to
do it."
Barry. this IL n time to be funny"
says she. Now you take the left
side going back. I'll bet you over
looked It,
Well, We made regular draSnet
on the return trip. scourin' the BUSH
20 for twenty feet on either side, but
NO tank turns up.
Looks like We were stranded"
says I, 40 we fetches up at tho road
ster once more.
Miss Ann Mcleod, though, amt one
to give up easy. Besides. she's had
all that efficiency trainin'.
Il don't suppose you carry such
thing a. an emergency can Of gaso-
line anywhere in the carr she asks
Barry.
"pm sure don't know" says he.
'The fellow in the garage insisted on
selling mo lot OF stun once. IT'S all
slowed under the seat"
Let's see." says she, liftin' out the
cushion. why. yes. here Il is--a
whole quart. And q little funnel
too. Now II we could pour enough
into the feed pipe to MI the cs~hn-
rttor-
1t was a grand little scheme. only
the funnel end was too big to At into
the feed pipe.
Amy tire taper" demands Ann.
Barry thought there was, but We