The Prescott daily news., 1919-08-05

minor operations. He found the liver ana Kidneys in good working order but the lights were nowhere visible Then he dug some more, and found tbe gastric glands were not supplying the spark plugs with sufficient juice so that meant two-hour wait for the batteries to refill, and an extra half hour Tor mule team to pull us ont of the ditch.
 At three o'clock we padded into DeQueen, with flat tire and two punctures, and hung up at a parape That meant two hours stay and a ten dollar garage fine. But the delay meant near-dinner and a few bottles of Bevo for the bunch, which made a visible hole in our overdraft.
 We sailed out of DeQueen at five o'clock, determined to make it to Baker Springs by night. Our engine was singing like a tea-kettle; it was all right in its pulmotory circulatory excretlon; its valves and bearings and pumps and tank and springs and mag nets and kidneys and bowels and lungs were in fine condition. We were happy and hopeful as we swooped down the pike enjoying the scenery and an Old Virginia cheroot. Then the Devil stepped in and took a hand. He laughed when a gurgling sound set up in the bowels of that car that told plainly the gasoline was running low. Then that car began to act like person who sees double. The judge clucked it up a little; that helped some. But presently it began to sigh and sob and groan deep down in it's bowels. Then it sulled-and lay down by the roadside and took the count. There we were with dead engine on our hands and not drop of oil this side of DeQueen. While we were hold ing post mortem, we heard a little Ford barking along the road on our trail. Then when that little flivver came prancing by, we grabbed it, and squeezed enough oil out of it's tank to spark us to Wicks. We had two punc- lures and blowout before we got | to Wicks, but that didn't count; that was the luck of the road. We got some directions and tank of oil at Wicks and wiggled along in the gloaming. We had not wiggled much when hissing noise set up under that car that sounded like the exhaust of an air-brake. Then the old hull began to settle down with a seismic motion like it was going to the bottom. l told the judge we had better jump, as we had two punctures and broken spring, and not a dollars worth of | life insurance.
 That night we fat-wheeled into Baker Springs, looking like bunch of grave robbers, and tried to hire a room at the hotel. But after the pro- prietor had looked us over, he said we might get room three weeks from next Friday. We thought that was too long for distinguished bunch of pilgrims to have to wait to be taken in; so we hung up at an ancient roost in the suburbs of the hills, called Saints Rest. I don't know which one of the Saints this roost was named for. It think it must have been Saint Vitus.
 That night as I lay on my couch with my legs folded up like a jack knife, trying to get Morpheus to come my way, a moonbeam slipped Tn through the window of my cell. It was a beautiful moonshine, the kind poets and cats rave over; but l could not use it, as it had no commercial value. Then old Lune turned on an other kilowatt which caused me to see strange sights. Something black and shiny was crawling over my pillow case.
 There I lay tired and sleepy and thousand miles from toddy and that black and shiny thing that had no wings at all but gets there just the same. kept coming closer and closer to my pellucid ears. sprang up with a snort, and m the language of Edgar" cried, "Get thee back into the tempest and the nights plutonian shore."