The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1921-01-07
LESLIE'S DRIVER
By KITTY PARSONS.

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Leslie groaned. Right in the middle
of the traffic on fremont street She
had stalled her engine. Nobody knew
how she hated getting out AND crank
ing in such a frightfully public place
with machines thicker than flies on ev-
cry side of her.
There was large truck standing
beside Leslie's fliyver, and the blond
young man in overaIls who was driv-
ing it looked down and saw that some
thing was the matter.
want any help" he asked her
cheerfully.
oh, can you crank a Ford?" She
implored, in the most wOebegone tone
imaginable.
Nothing easier" he laughed, and
Immediately jumped down and suited
the action to the word. Leslie's spir-
its rose rapidly when she heard the
rcassurinS chug of the engine.
I'm so grateful to YOU" she cried.
and wondered if she should pay him
for his kindness. Finally she decided
in favor of it and produced a shining
quarter from the depths Of her purse.
to..,, ,,.a,.+,, +nn ti,,o. ,,,otFTo me"
The man in oyeralls drew back
inyoluntariIy. and then laughingly
held out his hand.
'"TbanL- Won miss" Then he climb
liam ou' mis-
ed back on ms truck anu le"ile" over
the eG2e. =. e., ,...,- e --o,,
IL Always carry 1t 10, loi '. ..Ca,l ~. :,
uoH I i''l'iC' L'F .o," T,.-
w NAT an "uu Le''o"' ii''ic9'' '10,t'.-'
as she turheu GOWN lile nFs' PuiT1
street 10 aNoid announcer tii'Ilte VI S'''.-
ling her engine III the mlaoIe Oh IF4l,
1ic. He didn't seem Il olt lIeSh ana
what wonderful eyes he had. t"o,
The next week there was Il big drive
TO raise money for Il charitable organ
fzation and Leslie and Betty were Civ
en- the job Of soliciting funds at tie
Square theater at the evening per
formances-
This man looks prosDerouS-Ie' :
tackle him. suggested Betty, as
good-looking young man, with stun
ming girl on his arm, came towards
them, Leslie gasped as her eye fell
upon him. There, all dressed UP in
the most irreproachabie evening
clothes in the world. stood her heat-
tifui y"2ES trorli irINer-H'a>4o>fad-
ing with an equally beautiful coliI'H-
ION.
please HeIp the "aoieS' h'l'E sang
cheertuiIy, III her sweetest tome
"IOmmy,' cried the giri on the truck
drivers arm. as he pulled a $40 bill
from his pocket, IF YOU give any more
you'll be absolutely bankrupt
lie had not really seen Le~iIe al
all, ana JuSI then inc sIFl ON ms aI'"
pulled MIN back 10 Their seats. Les
lie hollceu 'h"t me manu- vi me gan
was spafkIIhS Win gems lhcluui'lE
diamond wedding ring II certainly
was queer business.
How quiet You are dear, saId
her aunt, as they drove out Beacon
street in the direction OF the NeWtons.
Are you very tired:
Just thinking OF trenzied hnance'
treasured her niece ana continued 81
lent. Nhen they were out IN tHe
country they met fewer machines, anG
just beyond Hammond street Uncle
Joe slowed down for Il minute. There
was a car standing Mt the side OF the
road, and a man and girl looking
rather forlornly at it, Uncle Joe
spoke to them and Il moment later
they came over and climbed in with
Leslie and her aunt.
''The front aNle's broken" he ez-
planned, land told Mr.. and Mrs. Cor
day we would give them lift-they
live rather near US il seems. Won't
you sit here in front with me. Mrs.
Corday-there is less wind in The
'front.'
She did, and the young man settled
himself between Leslie and her aunt
You are certainly showing us that
'one good turn.-Of the engine-de-
caryas n Tnyv,1rl lla yN-biSpara6 IN tho