The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1921-08-02
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sput-sllsnco.
'D.n-r-n."
This one wnrd expressed more dis
gust. anger aud holelessness thnn a
member of tfe masculine sex could
have expressed Ia twenty, As you have
enessed, she was n fair lady, but the
fair lndy's moior was not 10 fair.
Yes. truly. Il look ed as II II WIS one
Of the ears driven ON the nrk. Aud
now the engine hsd died, never 10 90
again, 50 II seemed to Phyllis. She
knew nothing about engines except
that they propelled the automobile
which she drove. Anyway, She had
never driven this onc--no one had
except the gardener.
Disgusting seven cars Ia the
family. that should hayc 10 take this
old thing. aud what Will do when
mother comes home-she'l scold me
for skipping WHEN ! was supposed TO
be resting with headache"
However, Phyllis was not the girl
to SIT down and sigh. She had heard.
why yes. her brother Bob had told her.
that once when his cnr got stalled he
had started II again by Juggling wires.
Well. she could IIggle wires. She Jig
gled wires and craliked the old thing.
but to NJ avail.
II looked serious to her; here she
was on This lonely country road. ut
least ten miles from civilization.
whence she came. and no one know
Ing how far ahead. She was stIll con
teinplatIng, when long, yellow road
ster. with single occupant. peered
over the hlll ahead. The cur stopped
IN front of her and the occupant got
out. Yes. II was he. tall, handsome
aud little naughty.
MY poor child" he smiled pltyingly
and superiorly.
He seemed hugely amused about
something, and al once Phyllis became
conscious that she did not look quite
dapper. Her face was smudged from
her greasy hands and her hat was
askew. Besides, there was streak OF
grease on her skirt.
"llaylng some troublef
"Oh. nor she retorted. "just play
ing. Don't you want 10 play. tooT
The sarcasm went over his bead as
1t often does with a self-satIsiied per-
son.
"What piece Of old junk" he ex-
ploded next. ut ought TO be In the
junk heap. then II wouldn't stall way
out here" Phyllis had n wee bit Of
temper as well as pride, and she
thought savagely; "You'll pay for that,
young man."
J Her tone was quite meek and visit
full as she said: II suppose so, but 1t
usually has gone. II must look fright
full to you-l am used to II, you see"
"Wely where were you going 10,
child, when this thing happened? Any
way, yon'd better let me take you
home. I'll not get messed up and
dirty because this thing is dead" with
emphasis.
"Very well, just as you say, sir"
with just the proper amount of re-
spect from person so Inferior Phyl-
lis settled down luxuriously in the
deep roadster and sighed.
Like 1t, kld?" he asked her after
they had slid along for few sec
onds.
"Gee--it must be wonderful to
be rlch isn't it?'
"Why, yes, quite; we. have another
motor-we call them motors--besldes
this one"
"Honest? You must be relative
of Rockefeller" Thus the conversa-
tion proceeded; all the while Phyllis
was racking her brain to solve the
problem as to where to be left. Sud
denly she struck on it--she'd have him
leave her at the laundress' house. She
would see about that blouse that had
tailed to return with the rest of her
fine laundry.
"Say, do you live here| he asked.
"Ugh--isn't it hot and unpleasant here,
though" !" Nle
"Oh, of course not as nice as your
mansion, for it must be mansion you
live in; but It's better than nothing.
Oh, here we are. How can ever thank
you, kind sir? You've been real fairy
prince to me except, Of course, they
always marry the poor girl and make
her happy
"Well, you see, father would cut me
off without cent. They did not dc
that in prince days. Perhaps though,
will come to see you some day, poor
kid"
In a moment more the slick yellow
roadster slid out of sight. Phyllis stood
for moment with smile of triumph
on her begrimed face. She had fooled
him, and some time he would meet her
In ner own enviromentian then per-
haps his head would diminish in size
wee bit.
A week later Phyllis, radiant and
charming, stood greeting the guests at
her comihg-out party. Soon he stood
before her. He opened his mouth,
closed it. opened it again, but emitted
no sound.
Good evening, Mr.. Brentwine, be-
lieve we have met before
why -er-why yes, but how differ
ent."
Yes, have moved since then, ana
haSidaS vp have Spvpp mOtorS "