The Press., 1922-04-13
By R. RAY BAKER.

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 closet and flung himself discOn- sOlately on the bed.
 He was discouraged, and at the same time he was desperate. He thought of hiring 8 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 conjecturinS 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 garage, he started out job hunting, wandering rather aimlessIy. He happened by a police station at a time when file of blue coats was coming out, and 1t made him stop and think.
 "That's a good chance" he told him self. "Why not be policeman? Per haps it 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, eh? We'll, we need men. Gan ysu manage a motorcycleT'
 Jerry nodded vigorously. A motor cycle was one of the few things he ever had been able to manage.
 Well, we'll give you trial"
 Jerry went through the formalities necessary to become a guardian of the law, was equipped with 8 four-cylin- der racing motorcycle, and in due course of time was sent out to Gran dall park to patrol the boulevards in quest of speeders. He felt misgIvings aplenty, but his nice blue suit im- parted a certain degree of confidence
 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. We'll, 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 ter rvs grain.
 As he neared a curve in the drive he heard a car coming, with the cut-Out open. He knew it was a 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 gwerved 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 tNe throttle and began to gain. Presently he could see that he was holding his own, and his speedometer registered fOrty-five miles @ an hour. He increased the speed tu fifty, then fifty-ive, and finally sixty. It was a fast automobile, but the mo- torcycle was faster, and in a short time Jerry came up alongside the speeder.
 A ipl AViu hut ho caught 8 glimpse of blue out of the side of her eye and the expression changed.
 ''StOp!" rOared the peaceful Jerry "StOp, in the name of the law!' Ths girl stopped, a troubled look in her eyes, and drew up to the side of the road. Jerry did likewise, and as he stepped from his machine he diScOv- cred that the girl was Betty.
 You're under arrest" he said gruftly. "Pll have to take you to the station"
 Betty was staring at him rather wildly.
 "Why--why-it can't be Jerry!" she exclaimed.
 ''NO matter who it is," he growled. You're arrested for speeding and you're coming with me to the sta tiOn."
 Yes, it is Jerry," the girl an nOunced, amazed, but with evident re- lief. Il guess you must be joking. Where did you get those duds?"
 Viewer mind," he said pOmpously. I'm an officer of the law and you're, my prisoner"
 '''I guess not" she laughed. "Phis is too ridiculous for words. But must be hurrying along, Jerry. I have a date with father, and I'm late" She made as though to start the car.
 Jerry held up his hand.
 I'm not foolinE, Betty. You're ar