The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1919-11-07
HER DISCIPLINE
BY JACK LAYTON.

stanton, riding village-Ward for his
days supplies. saw the automobile
coming toward him at a clipping pace
down the country road. He had just
tine to discern a girls Whitehead fig
ure at the wheel before the machine
was upon him, pushing with Il grating
Jar his own little car into the ditch.
When Stanton arose, as he supposed
unhurt, the girl, who impatieHtly
awaited proceedings, bent again to the
wheel and disappeared amid q cloud
of dust. He had been too confused to
note either number or make of the fly
ing auto and his fleeing view of the
girls face, shaded by her lOw-brimmed
hat, was too indistinct TO remember.
But of what use?
His sturdy runabout was uninjured
us he forced it u Of the ditch, and
his wv bones We're intact and in their
right places. Indignation was at first
his overwhelming sensation.
This autocrat Of the roadway
should be locked up like any other com
mon ~lawbreaker," he fumed inwardly,
and then "a %sickening realization of
pain came over him-pain which shot
from his right shoulder down his arm,
making steering an impossibility.
Helplessly he leaned back in the car
seat, signaling help from a passing
teamSter.
Il guess I've been hurt" said Stan
ton. "A young woman drove her car in
to mine a few minutes ago. Can you
find some one to drive me back to my
shack in the woodS?"
Young woman in a big gray carp
the man queried. That's Lawton the
m~illiOnaire's daughter. Thinks she
owns the town in general. No mother,
and spoiled by her dad. His girl can
do as she likes an he'll pay. That's.
the idea! I'll send a fellow right OF
from the village to drive you home
And he did.
The fellow" left Stanton's runabout
az the opening of the wood in its rough
built she'd, while painfully he made his
way through the screened boughs TO
his log cabin home. When Stanton had
with difficulty prepared his own eve
ming meal he sank exhausted upon a
bed by the window. 1t was here that
he watched the sun rise after n sleep
less night, sinking later, breakfastless,
into Il sleep until MONDAY. Then, as
he lay upon his pillow, he reflected on
the different types of womanhGod-
the fortune-favored daughters and
those working for a livelihood.
AS Stanton reflected he endeavOrcd
to riSe-he would make a cup of cof-
fee and get TO his typewriter; but the
effort was %unavailing. A step sounded,
mufled by the pine needles before the
cabin door, then a girls figure APP
peared in the opening.
"Good-morning," she said, h%esitating
at the mans appearance of invalidiSm.
Il have wandered farther into the
wood than | realized, and just when |
was becoming too thirsty / saw your
home. May |, please, have a drink OF
Water?'
Certainly" Stanton responded, IF
sbu Will hSiI Spti 4 ~ 'h'N -
nm unable to help even myself"
"Indeed?' asked the girl. She came
into the room, gazing curiously at he
PROSTATE figure. You are ill, and
alone?"
Il live alone" Stanton answered. Il
was hit by an automobile yesterday
how seriously, l did not know until l
returned here"
Quickly the girl came forward, toss
ing her hat upon a chair. First, | will
get something for you to eat" she
said. where do you keep your food!'
AS she searched the wall cupboard,
Stanton furtively admired the girls
~piquantly charming face. You
knew" she asked presently. 1.-The per-
son who ran into your
Stanton frOwned. II learned" he re-
| piled, that she was one of that ire
sponsible class of wOmen who consider
only the qualification Of their own
reckless whims."
You talk like a book" the girl said,
smiling.
II write books" he answered grim
ly; that's what I'm out here for"
Cooking your WI meals?'
"Even that" he told her, us prefer.
able to being disturbed in my work"
"And now-you will write up that
poor rich girl, l suppose, as a horrible
example"
"She is a horrible example," Stanton
insisted. "She should be disciplined.
What punishment is the payment of a
speeding fine to her? Unless, indeed,
she might be made to work out her
own fine"
You think that would help?" asked
the girl. She was bending over the
dead stove. Just how?' she asked,
irrelevantly, docs one build a fire to
make coffee? l know what I'll do
she added brightly, "it won't take a
minute; my car is at the opening. I'm
going home to get my chatting dish"
Glowing and smiling the girl soon
r%eappeared. bearing In her arms a huge
bundle. When she had deposited il
unon the table she came demurely tC