Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-09-01
By Courtney RyIey Cooper
Copyright byLitt q
Copyright By Little, Brown q Co.

forward along the road--and the nols'
told a story of speed.
Far at the brow of a steep hill II
appeared, seeming 10 hang in space
for an instant before leaping down
ward. Rushing, plunging, once skid
ding dangerously at a small curve, IL
made the descent, bumped over a
bridge, was lost for a second in the
pines, then sped toward him, a big
touring car, with a small, resolute
| figure clinglng to the wheel. Then,
with report like revolver shot. the
machine suddenly slowed in drunken
fashion far to one side of the road,
hung dangerously over the steep cliff
an instant, righted Itself, swayed for
ward and stopped, barely twenty-five
yards away. Staring Robert Fair
child saw that small. trim figure had
leaped forth and was waving excited
ly to him, and he ran forward.
His first glance had proclaimed 1t a
boy; the second had told a different
story. A girl--dressed in far different
fashion from Robert Falrchild's linn
tied specifications Of feminine garb-
she caused him to gasp in surprise,
then to stop and stare. Again she
waved hand and stamped a foot ex-
citedly; a vehement little thing in a
snug whipcord riding habit and
checkered cap pulled tight over close
ly braided hair, she awaited him with
all the impotence of impetuous wom-
anhood.
For goodness sake, come here|
she called, as he still stood gaping.
I'm give you five dollars. Hurryl"
Fairchild managed to voice the fact
that he would be willing to help with
out remuneration, as he hurried for
ward. She dived for the tonneau,
jerking with all her strength at the
heavy seat cushion, as he stepped to
the running board beside her
Cant get this dinged thing up u
she painted. always sticks when
you're in hurry. That's i'll Jerk it.
Thanksl Here - She reached for
ward and a small, sun-tanned hand
grasped a greasy jack, "Slide under
the back axle and put this jack in
place, will you? And rush it I've
got to change tire in nothing fiat
Hurry"
Fairchild, almost before he knew 1t,
found himself under the rear of the
car, fussing with refractory lifting
jack and trying to keep his eyes from
the view OF trinity clad, brown-shod
little feet, as they battered about at
the side of the car hurried to the run
ming board, then stopped as wrenches
and hammer clattered to the
ground. Then one shoe was raised,
to press tight against wheel; metal
touched metal, a feminine gasp sound
cd as strength was exerted in yain
then eddying dust as the foot stamped,
accompanied by an exasperated ejacu-
lation.
ding these old lugsl They're rust
ed Got that jack In place YETI"
"Yesi I'm raising the car now"
"Oh, please hurry" There was
pleading In the tone now. "Pleasep
The car creaked upward. Out came
Fairchild, brushing the dust from his
clothes. But already the girl was
pressing the lug wrench into his
hands.
"Don't mind that Dirt came her
exclamation. "rll-I'll give you some
extra money to get your suit cleaned.
Loosen those Tugs, while l get the
spare tire off the back. And for good
ness sake, please hurry
Astonishment had taken away
speech for Fairchild. He could only
obey, while boaind him