The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-11-19

liceman If let you continue. So
| warn you right now to stop. If
l catch you speeding again Pm go
ing to pinch you. Pm going to run
you in for speeding--and get you con-
victed."
eyes, If you catch me,' she tainted.
81 can catch you, and l will There's
no car built for road work that can out
run this motorcycle. can catch you, and
if do catch you--speeding--I warn you
again I'll run you in"
$50 you're turning serious" she retort-
ed. "Well, I'll see how we'll you can live
up to your boast. The next time I'm
speeding defy you to give chase. II
you catch me--Tll marry you. If you
catch me you can have mep'
'Twice afterward she passed Motor
cycle Officer Nyburg standing beside his
machine on Morningside Boulevard Each
time she was going a demure eighteen
miles an hour. She gave him no heed
save slight distant nod. On both these
occasions there We're many other cars
coming and going.
Two mornings afterward, early, Just
after Nybdrg had reached his post, with
the long curving boulevard practically de-
serted, he suddenly heard q crescendo
roar.
1t was Amelia Connor in her racing
roadster, bearing down on him with the
speed Of an express train. In the ten Sec
onds 1t took to leap to his seat she was
abreast of him. A stroaking glimpse of a
goggled face bent low over the wheel, n
derisive wave of a gloved hand was all
he saw. In the twenty more seconds it
took him to get going he found himself
left more than a third of mile behind.
The throttle was wide open. The cut-out
was roaring. Her palm was pressed on
the button of the electric horn that let
out a continuous squawk to warn side
street traffic. The few other cars, the
few pedestrians took to the curb or side
walk in terror. They gave her the road.
She was racing SO madly. SO openly,
that second traffic cop a mile beyond
actually warned people out of the way
doubtless under the impression she was
carrying a message to Garcia or speeding
to the bedside of a dying mother in the
next county.
Officer Nyburg was speeding, too--on
the combined wings of Love and the
wheels of motorcycle built for lust such
emergencies. But when they hit the open
country, the girl he would have given his
life to capture had added another hun
dred yards to the distance between them.
Neither has told the full story of that
wild ride. 1t lasted only short quarter
hour, but it took them fifteen miles be-
yond the city, to sharp double turn with
an Old mill and narrow bridge.
Riding with daredevil recklessness, Nv
burg had managed TO pass her on the first
turn, and when she made the second ii
was only to find him standing on the
bridge, barring the way, with hand up
lifted in the classic actitude of the traffic
cop.
He knew she wouldn't dare to run him
down. She knew he wouldn't have moved
an inch aside to save his life, The game
was up--fairly played. She jammed on
the brakes and came to stop within q
few feet of where he stood.
Out Of his breast pocket Policeman Ny
burg drew an official-looking paper. 1t
was formal printed summons, with her
name and other details filled in. He
handed it to her. She read:
"You are hereby summoned and COM
manded to appear on. the morning of -
at eleven o'clock, before Judge James B.
Pendleton, there to be joined in the
solemn bonds of holy matrimony with one
Carl Nyburg. Herein fail not"
Now, at last, it was her turn to blush.
do you acknowledge and accept this
summons?" demanded the young officer
sternly.
II do" she replied and now they are
receiving congratulations on their happy
and romantic wedding.