Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1921-10-28
Ten Dollars or a
Night In Jail
BY r. RAY BAKER.

Betty Clark's red lips parted and
merry laugh pealed from her throat.
Excuse me for laughing, Jerry, but
it's really funny. Jerry Holmes max
ing a proposal of marriagei Can you
imagine it? But it's true. 1 heard it
with my own ears. Oh, dear!''
And again Betty laughed, while
Jerry looked glum and crestfallen.
whats so funny about itf' he
growled. Haven't l known you long
enough, Betty? Haven't we lived next
door to each other all our lives? Who's
got a better right to propose to you
than II"
She became more solemn, although
traces of smile remained on her at
tractive, rather pert countenance.
'sWhy, it's so foolish, Jerry. Think
Of you, Jerry, looking out for wife !;
you who never did days work in
your life, who have no responsible
ties. Jerry, you're not the kind
girl wants to marry-at least, not my
kind of girl. You're too easy, for one
thing. Most girls like to be bossed,
though they won't admit it. Can you
picture yourself making me do some
thing? No, of course you can't. At
least I can't, and if / could l might
picture myself marrying you. I'm fond
| of you, l admit, but l can't take your
proposal seriously, because ! can't
! take you seriously. You don't your
self, so how can 1? No, Jerry, forget
| it; it can never be"
Jerry picked up his tennis racket
and walked slowly away, scowling
fiercely at Betty's big roadster, resting
near the porch of her home. He was
always beaten-at everything he UNI
dertook. When he tried to take Betty
to Mrs. Longworthy's ball he was
beaten by Henry Twite, who had a
more commanding way. This after
noon he was beaten by Betty herself
on the tennis court, and now he was
beaten for sure in the game of love-
He went to his room, banged his racket
into a closet and flung himself discon-
solately on the bed.
He was discouraged, and at the
4 same time he was desperate. He
thought of hiring a gang of thugs to
kidnap Betty, just so he could rescue
her and be a hero. His brain framed
up other wild schemes, all of which
he abandoned. He terminated his fren-
Zied conjecturing by arriving at the
determination to get job and go to
work and prove himself worthy. He
had in mind no particular job; the
first one that happened along would
satisfy.
Down into the city went Jerry.
Leaving his car in a garage, he started
out job hunting, wandering rather
aimlessly. He happened by a police
station at time when a file of blue
coats was coming out, and it made him
stop and think.
That's a good chance" he told him
self. "Why not be policeman? Per-
haps 1t would make me more COM
manding. It's worth a trial, anyway"
Into the police station he went,
found the captain in charge and asked
for job.
The captain smiled rather perplex-
edly at the good-looking, well-dressed,
rather large youth.
"a job, Ell? Well, we need men. Can
you manage a motorcycle?"
Jerry nodded vigorously. A motor
4 cycle was one of the few things he
ever had been able to manage.
"Well, we'll give you a trial"
Jerry went through the formalities
necessary to become a guardian of the
law, was equipped with a four-cylin-
der racing motorcycle, and in due
course of time was sent out to Gran
dali park to patrol the boulevards in
! quest of speeders. He felt misgivings
| aplenty, but his nice blue suit i'm
He stood for some time in the shade
of a big tree and meditated. While
he stood there at least three big ma
chimes whizzed by, going at least forty
miles an hour. And he was supposed
to catch these demons. Well, he
couldn't perform his duty by standing
there, so he started the engine of his
motorcycle mounted, let in the clutch
and started down the boulevard.
The job was not exactly to his lik-
ing. In order to make arrests he
would have to appear stern, even pug
nacious. And that went against Jer-
rvs grain.
As he neared curve in the drive he
| heard a car coming, with the cut-out
open. He knew it was speeder by
the sound. He supposed he would
have to make an arrest, and yet he
dreaded it.
| Around the corner came the auto
and plunged straight at him. He
swerved his cycle and the speeding
! machine missed him by an inch. Then
Jerry became angry, probably for the
first time in his life. If he hadn't
been quick he would have been dead
policeman now.
He turned about and gave chase. The
motorcar was far along the boulevard
now, but Jerry opened the throttle and
began to gain. Presently he could see
that he was holding his own, and his
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