Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1921-10-05


| girls are permitted a lot of latitude.
A persistent honking behind aroused
| him from his reverie, and he pulled
! into the side of the road.
| An open cream-cOlOred Rolls-Royee
drew level, with five people on board,
| and he looked up as it passed. There
| were three people in the back-two
! men and a woman, and for moment
/ his eyes met those of the man near
est him. Then they drew ahead, and
| Drummond pulled up to avoid the
| thick cloud of dust.
With aeslight frown he stared at
! the retreating car; he saw the man
! lean over and speak to the other
! man; he saw the other man look
| around. Then bend in the road hid
| them from sight, and still frowning,
| Drummond pulled out his case and
| lit a cigarette. For the man whose
eye he had caught as the Rolls went
| by was Henry darlington. There was
| no mistaking that hard-lipped, cruel
! face.
Presumably, thought Hugh, the
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son and the doubtful daughter, Irma;
Presumably they were returning to The
| Elms. And incidentally there seemed
/ no pronounced reason why they
| shouldn't But, somehow, the sudden
| appearance of Lexington had upset
! him; he felt irritable and annoyed.
| What little he had seen of the man
/ l. hn mo want
to be reminded of him, especially just
| as he was thinking of Phyllis.
! He watched the white dust-cloud
rise over the hill in front as the car
| topped it; he watched it settle and
drift away in the faint breeze. Then
! he let in his clutch and followed
quite slowly in the big cars wake.
There had been two men in front
the driver and another, and he won
dered idly if the latter was Mr.. Ben
! ton. He accelerated up the hill and
/ swung over the top; the next mo-
ment he braked hard and pulled up
| lust in time. The Rolls, with the
chauffeur peering into the bonnet had
| stopped in such a position that it was
impossible for him to get by.
The girl was still seated in the back
! Of the car also the passenger in
front. but the two other men were
| standing in the road apparently watch
ing the chauffeur, and after while
/ the one whom Drummond had recog-
nized as darlington came toward him.
TIN sorry" he began-and then
paused in surprise. "Why, surely it's
Captain DrummOndw
DrummOnd nodded pleasantly.
sThe occupant of a car is hardly like
| ly to change in a mile, is he?" he re-
| marked. I'm afraid I forgot to
wave as you went past, but | got
your smile all right. Are you likely
| to be long, because if SO, I'll stop my
engine?"
| The other man was now approach
! ing casually, and Drummond regarded
him casually "a friend of aour little
| Phyllis, Peterson" said Lexington, as
! he came up.
! "Any friend of Miss Benton's is,
/ hope, ours,' said Peterson with
smile you've known her a long
! ClIne, expect
"Quite long time" returned Hugh,
'We have jazzed together on many
OCCASIONS"
(Which makes it all the more I'M
! fortunate that we should have de-
layed you" said Peterson. Il can't
help thinking, darlington, that that
new chauffeur is a bit of fool"
I, tho oil
| right" murmured Drummond politely.
Both men looked at him. "The
! crash 70 said darlington. There was
no question of a crash. We just
stopped"
Really" remarked Drummond. Il
think, sir, that you must be right in
your diagnosis of your chautfeurs
! mentality He turned courteously to
! Peterson. ''When something goes
wrong, for fellah to stop his car,
by braking so hard that he locks both
back wheels. is no bon, as we used
] to say in France. l thought, judging
! by the tracks in the dust, that you
must have been in imminent danger
of ramming a traction engine. | Won
der if l could help your man," he
continued I'm bit of an expert with
a Rolls"
"How very kind of you,' said Peter
son. ''I'll go and see.'' He went over
| to the man and spoke a few words.
isn't it extraordinary" remarked
Hugh. chow the eye of the boss gal
vanizes the average man into activ-
! ity. AS long, probably, as Mr.. Peter
son had remained here talking, that
chauffeur would have gone on tinker
ing with the engine. And now-look,
in a second-all serene. And yet
dare say Mr.. Peterson knows nothing
about it really. Just the watching
eye, Mr.. darlington. Wonderful thing
the human optic"