The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1921-12-15

P0rtia, and their hired smissary, the
town constable. were ret on nipping
the golden progress of loves young
dream II the bud.
Cecil wat heir to d liberal fortune.
He lived with the Grabbe family. The
lawyer was intent on keeping ! hold
on his ward and his fortune as long
AZ he could. incidentally he plotted
to enmesh the young man in the
snares Of the somewhat faded beauty
Of the classic Portia.
Now, Cecil had loved and won Claire
Wyndham, who lived over In the next
county. Her father was a tyrannical
old fellow who had heard of the mu-
tual attachment, Numbered out that
the lovers were too young to think
Of wedding bells, and had set his foot
down-hard.
The result was a plot on the part
Of the lovers. The Wyndhams were
going to take Claire to Europe the
following week. In the meantime she
had gained permission to visit a
schoolgirl chum at Brookville. There
Cecil had been the day previous.
There, too, all the arrangements had
been made for an elopement the next
evening. Just now, Cecil had gone to
a garage to secure the automobile he
had engaged for the trip.
The auto man was his friend. He
told Cecil that the constable had been
there looking for him. The lawyer
had got wind of Cecil's plan to leave
town, and was H6und to circumvent 1t.
"r1m, your, ft1ekd, Cecil" said the
garage keeper, '.soI warn you. They
have the west turnpike guarded. The
constable is looking for you with q
warrant" s-S
Cecil was q crack, sprinter. His'one
thought was to get out Of town. He
would trust to luck for guidance, once
clear Of his pursuer. Turning into an
open stretch he discovered half a mile
away a high board fence.
''The very thingi" he cried exulting-
ly, 'if my friend, Bob Archer, is only
on hand"
There had been an airplane meet at
Fairview for several days. Inside the
Enclosure was Archer, who was an air
ship enthusiast. He and Cecil had be-
come great friends. The runner shot
q rapid glance behind him. Less than
a quarter of a mile away the con-
stable was hot on his trail. =
"Therie Is the Flyer" cheered Cecil,
promptly making for a hangar beyond
which a three-passenger biplane was
getting ready for a fight. He recog-
nized the machine belonging to Bob,
and its owner near by. All out of
breath, Cecil ran up to his friend.
"Bob," he painted, "I'm in trouble l
Got to get away from Fairview."
"You don't say sor exclaimed
Archer. where to, may I askY
!. "Brookville, and quick. The consta-
BILE is after me. Bob, It's about-what
I limited to you-the girl I love. They
ard trying to separate u.s."
slump in-the left seat back Of the
pilot post" directed the young air
man. "strap yourself In. Give her q
run, boys" he directed TO his assist
ants.
Chug-chug THE. aerial beauty
sped over the grass for 80 feet. Bob
shot on the power.
"Hold on, there! Stop that ms.
chine! In the name Of the law"
1.-THE mischief!" gasped Cecil.
They were leaving the ground, but
not alone. The official had fairly
overtaken his prey. He had jumped
at the machine and skinned n of
the wings. To prevent damage and
save him from q fall, Bob was forced
to grab the bulky officer and drag him
into the vacant seat. =
"Stop this machine !" f1ared the con-
stable. 1--WE got a warrant"
Cant stop-got to finish this curve
first. Here, Cecil, strap him in, II
he doesn't want a tip"
"Oh, let me outlet me OUT" plead
ed the shivering official.
Once in the spectacular flight, Bob
leaned toward Cecil and received de-
tailed instructions. Then he vol
planed, made a circuit, and the air
plane landed in an open field near
Brookville, easy and graceful al q
bird sinking to it's nest.
Cecil quickly removed his safety
belt and sprang to the ground.
"Hold on, there!" shouted the con-
j. stable. "'I've got q warrant for that
Young man."
"No good In this district, officer"
smiled Bob. "We've landed just over
the county. line"
Cecil Morse disappeared. He was
to reappear at the Wyndham home
two days later. The happ. welded
pair had sent a honeymoon wire to
Papa Wyndham. pathetically telling
him how sorry, but still how happy
they were The reply telegram had
conveyed to them the t~ime-honored
sentiment: "Come home, and all will
be forgiven"
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