The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1920-07-31

| II, fastenetd the blame upon Teller
skiiifuIly avoiding Al.ce's questions
ana successfully courted few hours
dreamiesSi sleep.
| Not so Teller. He was. indeed
So0d sport, as well as good athlete
But the loss of his car OvershadoweC
all other sensations. Teller loved his
car lie welcomed the telephone ring
mat Interrupted his thinking. anG
snatched hopefully at the receiver.
information
But. l didn't ask"
Il know. I'm Just Offering it gratis ~
Inc voice was deep and g:uff TAX
ing 1t for granted you'd like to lear
anything you could about your car"
| What about the carr" he said.
know old Ben's stable, close to
Fox's Bend?"
! Yes" tibbed Teller.
You'll find your car there"
| How do you know ?'-fearing q
ruse.
I'm information, that's my busi-
| ness. The voice softened. 1.-The car
| isn't hurt. Good-by!"
Hold on" cried Teller, but too late
tie sat down, half dazed half angry.
NOW. who in" he mumbled. who
laughs like that?" He called upon his
memory. dim picture met his eff
fort; girls quizzical smile, few
persistent, teasing questions. and the
echo of laugh which had held no
meaning for him at the time, but which
he now probed with interest. II won
der! he exclaimed. "Impossihle, A
woman couldn't touch that car, above
all, not that slip of a girl ="
Jack, with whom he was staying.
found him whistlng. ITS all right,
old man, I've found her." Jack stared.
Teller laughed. "Her-capital HI"
where is it,"
'1t?"
THE ear"
Blast the car" cried Teller. IT
mean-that is-not entirely / say,
Jack, is she the sort that could do it?'
with sudden pleading. II just couldn't
stand a let-down now!'
The maid handed Teller small
package marked urgent" Teller
opened it. The plug of his machine
rolled to the floor with a card scrib-
bled Information"
AT the very spot desert Teller
found his machine. 'Tf she didn't do
it," he muttered, "I'll never forgive
heri"
AS Jack had implied, Mary alone
was visible. discovered ~ shouted
Teller, in greeting, and fancied he saw
her start. "My car" he added for her
relief. ut was the most mysterious
thing! Had your breakfast? Good!
Want to take a spin-and I'll tell you
all about it!''
"Why-yes." said Mary.
want to driver" asked Teller, as
they started.
'1?' cried the girl In surprise.
why nOt?" he continued coolly,
Lots easier by day"
"Since you took my car, you'll have
to include me-"
Again Mary laughed, this time a lit
tie uncertainty.
A wave of confusion seized her.
But had no idea you'd take 1t this
way" she blurted.
"Never can TELL" retorted Teller. 1T
axes all forms"
Il just couldn't resist" murmured
Mary, and grew furious because it
sounded like an apology. "You seemed
"A regular boaster," admitted Teller,
proving his craftsmanship in the con-
ession. "but you can't say I'm not a
,oOd sport"
I'm not sure" said Mary slyly. "May
driver" she added, with apparent ir-
elevance.
"You drive-back home, If you like"
e commanded. "We'll start fair, all
yer again; just to prove" he light
ned his tone, "that I am good
port, and good fighter" But Mary
My laughed again, the same low CUR
lie that had leased his ears and men,
ry; this time, however, with some
hing of culver in it that thrilled him
} the hope of victory.