Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1919-08-14

mere the girl who has 80 attracted him.
Mastersons' little son.
Tony decides that the only way of
getting out Of the intolerable situation
IN which he has placed himself is to get
out OF town Tor q year or SO, in which
time he hopes to recover his balance.
= CHAPTER v.-(Conhnued.)
Near noon he wis running through
a narrow woodland track when a
bend in the road suddenly revealed
his way blockaded by an enormous
wagon that stood before him. 1t was
q moving van; its canvas sides dis
tended by bulky furniture and house
hold fittings, its rear doors tied open
to allow a huge old-fashioned cup
board to stand between. Adriance
brought his machine to an. abrupt
halt.
Clear the way there" he i'm
patiently shouted to the invisible
driver; what is the matter-broken
DOWN."
The answer came, not from the
concealed front of the van, but from
the bank bordering on the side Of
the road.
All right; but amt it a shame that
you blew in at dinner-time!"
The reply was unexpected; Adri-
ance looked towards the complain
ants voice. In the shelter of a big
boulder that gave some protection
from the wind, three men were seat
ed. each with a leather lunch box on
his knee. Two of them wore the
striped aprons Of moving-men; the
third evidently was the spokesman
and the driver. All three held vari-
Gus portions Of food and stared down
at the intruder in the attitude in
which his advance had arrested them.
1T amt as II we could just turn
OUT" the driver pursued, not resent
fully but with an impersonal disgust.
He put the apple in his hand back
into his l%unch-box and stood up
We've got to go on a mile before
there's room for you to pass. Come
on, boys"
NO" Adriance aroused himself
from se~lf-absorption to forbid the up
your lunch. and I will watt.
The three on the bank stared
harder.
the driver; but it amt more than
five minutes after twelve"
What has that to do with it? Oh,
I see; you mean that o rest until
one?' -,
You're on"
NOAAp L oo4A S4nI i was uOI III q
hurry" he accepted the delay he had
not contemplated. Take your rest
and 1 will smoke"
The three men regarded each 9TH
err, then the driver slowly sat down.
The munching horses were blanketed
against the cold, but the men ap-
peared careless Of temperature. They
obviously were constrained by the
presence Of the man in the auto
mnh31a th0vovor- H
This road amt much used" the
driver ventured presently. Were
taking this load to a farmhouse up
here a ways. That's why we thought
we could stop traffic without being
noticed" -
His round. bright eyes asked a
question that Adriance answered with
doubtful t~ruthfulness.
Il lost my way" .
"Oh!" The driver "a, paused, then
suddenly slid down the bank.
"Ain't we the hogs he observed
dep%recatingly, coming up to the side
of the car and offering his lunch-box.
Wont you eat?" fs
The tired, dark-blue eyes of Tony
Adriance net the cheerful, light-blue
eyes Of the other man. The two
one of them was desperately lonely
and sick of his " thoughts. They
both smiled involuntarily.
Thanks, I WILL" said Adriance;
and took a thick. rye bread sandwich
from the box presented. The driver
sat down On the running-board Of
the automobile and there ensued a
well-employed silence.
The sandwich was excellent. Adri-
ance had eaten little breakfast; yet,
left to himself, he would hardly have
thought Of food in his bitter pre-
occuption; but it did him good. The
ham sneared with cheap mustard
had a zest Of its own. a little brutal.
perhaps. but effective. It vas a gem
erously designed sandwich, too, not a
frail wafer. He ate it all, sven the
acrid crust.
mother" invited the host.
mo. thanks; but that one tasted
good" Adriance drew u his cigar
case. Won't you all have a smoke
with me, now?"
The cigars were passed and light
ed. Before returning the case, the
driver frankly inspected the fne
leather toy with the tiny monogram
in one corner.
That's all right" he approved. re-
turning 1t to it's owner. Il was afraid
you'd pull out a little gold box Of
cigarettes"
WHY" amused.
.oh: I don't know. my luck I
you don't like them?"
Me-? I got a pipe three years old
that holds some 'tobacco-that for
me. But this cigar is all right
Ever Try q piper"
The driver leaned back comfort
ably against the spare tire strapped
beside the car, gazing up at the gray.
cold sky.
"A pipe, my feet on the kitchen
stove, the kids and the missus-ms
for that, nights"
Adriance looked at him with start
led scrutiny. Almost he could have
imagined that Elsie Murray had come
to the mans side and prompted him.
What, was 1t then real and usual. that
homely content she once had painted
80 wildly? Did o mon have such.
homes?
You're marriedr' he vaguely
.sure. these ,ve years; we got two
kids" The boyish driver chuckled
Darn little tykes! What they amt
UP to I don't know. Dragged q big
bull pup in off the street last week,
they did, and cared the missus into
fits. Pete-he's four-had It by the
collar bold as brass, and 1t ugly
enough to q you. Say, I'm trying
one OF those schemes for training kids
on him; exercising him, you know.
You ought TO see the muscles He's got
already, arms and legs hard as nails.
Think It will work all right"
Adriance looked down into the
eager face.
"Yes, / do" he said. alowly. .You
cannot be more than twenty-five or
SKI"