Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1929-11-01
In Their Buzzy
Wagon
By cLARIssA MAcKIE
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eel HIS tllvVerlns across country ID
not as Joyful as II sounds"
growlcd Mr.. Bellamy, as he munched
drled-beef sandwich.
"Don't call my Rolway 'hIvver,'"
objected Jack Bellamy. where's the
thernlos bottle, dad?"
"Where?" he echoed In parched
tone. "Your impeccable wilkins has
failed to put one in the hamper"
Jack groaned as he looked around
the rather forsaken country through
which the well-oiled motor road wound
like black snake.
Something black showed on the re-
fiector beside the driver. Jack craned
his head around to scan the shabby
car In the rear; It was an ambitious
little closed car, much the worse for
wear, but 1t ratified bravely along,
keeping closely in the wake Of the
monster. Suddenly there was loud
report and the Rolway listed a little.
Jack stopped the car at the side Of
the road, with warning backward
flap OF his hand.
"'rlre, front-fat," explained Jack,
as he got out and removed his coat.
Mr.. Bellamy paused as the shabby
little illvver came up and stopped In
front of them. A girls charming face
looked out at them.
Beside her sat another girl, fair and
blue-eyed, In the same attire. The
healthy tan and rosy color testified to
their delightful gypsylng across coun-
try, too.
They saw only Mr.. Bellamy, for sud
denly Jack was on his knees examin-
ing the gears OF the Rolway.
Haven't any water on board, have
your" asked Mr.. Bellamy.
81 am sorry--we have drinking wa
ter, not enough for"
"Dont want It for the car-dylng
OF thirst" explained Mr. Bellamy.
"The poor thing!" exclaimed the 9th.
err girl. 81 will get It, Dorothy"
At the sound OF Dorothy's name the
head Of Jack Bellamy emerged turtle.
wise from beneath the car, his expect
ant eyes seeking the dark-halred girl,
She saw him at the same moment and
paled.
"Oh, see the pretty man." breathed
Helen as she passed Dorothy with
thermos bottle in her hand.
idiot" groaned Dorothy, wondering
what adverse fate had brought her to
the same trail with Jack Bellamy.
whose cratic father had refused to
allow his son to marry poor, IN
known girl. They had lost sight Of
each other, and now she and Helen
Gray. jogging along in their beloved
"buzzy wagon" 1ourneying from town
TO town and sketchlng by the way, had
found themselves trailing a gorgeous
car that blocked the narrowing road
And II had proved to be the car Of
jacks Objectionable and objecting par
ent, and Jack was looking at her with
surprised, devourlng eyes. She shook
her head slightly, dsownIng his ac'
qualntance.
Mr.. Bellamy drank deeply from the
silver cup again and again. II was
shining cup-DOrothy's christening
cup-and bore her name. The horn
trimmed spectacles Of Mr.. Bellamy
pecred closely at the inscription.
dorothy Meares = Menres : that
your name?" he asked sharply.
"Yes," admitted Dorothy, regainlng
her lost color.
81 knew Meares. Old friend Of
mine. We used to hunt In Canada to-
gether, long ago. What was your IN
TIERS name2"
"Nathaniel," she said reluctantly
Bellnmy looked disturbed, and his
face softened. "He was my friend.
And now he has passed away, my
dear?"
"Two years ago. at Seattle" she an
swered.
He nodded. II heard that. A brave
man and thoroughly honest friend;
one In thousand. ] am very glad
to meet his daughter. My name Is
Bellamy, Angus Bellamy."
"Thank you, Mr.. Bellamy. My ia
Their always kept your picture In his
study. the one in wtSch you were land
ing monster trout"
"Rlghtl Jack, come here and meet
the daughter of an old friend OF mine.
Miss Meares, this is
Dorothy's slim form stlffened. ~
have met your son, Mr.. Bellamy."
Jack, you never told me-" lie
frowned on Jack, who looked equally
stir and distant.
Miss Meares is the young lady
wish to marry. dad" he said at last.
"Whatr bristled Mr.. Bellamy, I'm
medlateIy mindful OF the undesirable
girl Jack had wanted to marry.
"What7 WhatT
zone OF DorOthy's pies" irreleyantly
broke in Helen Gray, as she came for
ward with huge fakey apple pie In
her hands. II am starved, and II Is
twenty miles TO the next town who
Will have a slice Of pIeT She put her
things on the running board OF the
ROlway She flashed silver knife
and passed pieces OF delicious pie
around on paper plates.
Mr.. Bellamy ate. and mutely passed
his plate for more. "Anyone who can
make pie like this the
daughter OF my best friend =.
Dorothy, my dear, go and make II up
with Jack"
Dorothy led Jack to the shabby, Imp |
by little car that she and Helen owned
together. She bent. and swept kiss
at the open door.
"The dear old buzzy wagon
II brought rs right TO you"
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