The Monmouth inquirer., 1924-07-03
HE WAS soRRY.
They Were stranded on Lonely
Road.

sim afraid" he said after he had
got out Of the automobile and looked
under it and around 1t without being
able to discover what was the matter,
that we are IN pretty bad fix. It
must be ateleast three miles to the
nearest railroad station"
20 dear, she replied. and it will be.
dark in is minutes. ''
eyes. I'm sorry this had to happen
II you wish It, will leave the thing
here and take you over to Groveland
and put you on the train. There will
be one along in about three-quarters
Of an hour"
Don't you think there is. any chance
to get the automobile to go again?'
1T doesn't look that way. Still, it
may take notion to start up all Of
sudden"
Perhaps, then. it would be best for
us to wait while"
But if we do that we will not be
able to catch the train"
Wouldn't you be afraid to leave
the thing. here all alone? Somebody
might come along and steal it OF do
something to 1t that, would spoil It
forever
I'd have to take that risk"
II could never forgive myself II
anything happened to it on my &C
count.
ut wouldn't be on your account,
Miss Wadsworth. / should consider
it all my own fault. | had no bust
ness to bring you away out here where
1t would be so hard to get back if any.
thing happened"
seYou are very noble, Mr.. Judson,
to look at it that way. Still | should
feel that you wouldn't have come SO
far out of the regular course II had
not been enjoying it SO much.
We'll, the fact remains that here
we are and that if you are to get home
tonight we will have to start right
away. The train won't wait, you
know"
ITS horribly awkward, isn't it?
Why don't you look again? Maybe you
can find out what is wrong
After crawling under and examin-
ing everything that he could think
Of he stood up, sadly shaking his head.
mo" he said, Z confess its too
much for me- I'll have to get a ma
chifiist, / guess. Don't you think we'd
better start now? There no time to
lose If we're going to make that
trainh
ut seems a pity" she replied, lean
ing back in the seat and INDUCING in
long sigh, ito leave 1t here alone.
And there's one thing you haven't
Thought of. Suppose somebody else
Should come along here In the dark
and crash into it, Think of the dam
age that might be. done Some one
might be killed, and you. would have
life to answer. for"
81 can leave my lights going, you
know.
But you have no light at the back.
They 5might come from that way.
We'll, they'd of course have lights
of their own to show what was in front
of them I must insist that We start
right away If you want to catch that
train. There will not be any more
to-nights and we're probably 20 miles f.
from home
Isn't it foolish?"
Eyes, rather Shall I help you
down."
rive never heard of any other girl
being in this sort of predicament--
have your"
mot that l remember Of now, I'm
very sorry. | assure you"
Are you really, rye read stories
in which men were said to have depb-
erately plotted to place girls in awk.
ward positions like this, so as to get
them to consent to be their wives"
You don't think I'd do that, do
you, Miss Wadsworth ?"
20. no, L didn't mean that. Only
was wondering if you would really
feel so very, very sorry if, knowing
that you were not in any way to blame
you and were lost like this in some
place we couldn't get back from, even
If we wanted to. For instance. If we
were cast away on an island, where
there were no other people and there
wouldn't be any chance to get off
for at least q day or SO, would you
would-would-"
But you see, there is chance for
u.s." he relied. looking at his watch,
"although It's a rather slim one now.
Do you think you could walk three
miles in rs minutes?"
Goodness! Is that all the time we
have left to catch the train? I'm
afraid l never. could do it."
There's only one way to find out.
Come on, please. let's try it. The
train may be few minutes late"
Is 20. well, if you are so anxious to
get rid of me- suppose shall have
to"
But she never finished. The de-
licious truth had reached him at last,
and when the red streaks Of morning
began to appear she sat beside him
on the deep cushioned seat. Her
head was resting upon his shoulder
and they we're dreaming sweet, inno-
cent dreams of the bliss which the
future held for them.-S. E. Kiser in
Chicago Record Herald