Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1935-07-18
Horseshoes for Luck
BY CLIFF WALTERS
/; @ Mcclure Newspaper syndicate.
WNU Service.

acme Of asininity! I repeat: it's in
hnitely worse than looking for the
needle in the haystack."
Repeat is right" called his pretty
blond offspring, bearing down on the
accelerator. "We've driven a hundred
miles this morning, Dad; and you re-
peat the needle episode every ten-so
figure it out"
"Jean" shrieked Aunt Martha who
shared the rear seat with her gray
haired brother. "Will you please stop
careening around these curves at such
giddy gait?" Then, in a more sup
plicatory tone: "Oh, why-why did
they have to build automobile roads In
these Rocky mountains when they
should have been left to the billy goats
and-and Jackasses"
"Hmpw Rodney CasseIls grunted.
'The jackasses are still roaming them"
The application Of brakes, so sud-
den that the two passengers in the
rear seat were tipped forward, cut short
any further parental TRADE.
Pardon, folks" the driver explained,
hopping out of the car. "but just saw
another horseshoe back there"
another horseshoe!" echoed the
fiabbergasted father. "She nearly
hurls us headlong from the car so she
can pick up another horseshoe!"
"Here it is" The sprightly Jean
came running back with her prize.
Nov don't look like that, Dad. You
know I'll need all the luck can get
If I'm ever to find Clell."
"Horseshoes n the dlsconsolate par
ent stormed. There's enough Of them
in this car to start blacksmith shop.
Jean, I'm sick Of this wild goose chase.
I'm telling you again"
wont you let up on that, Dad?" his
daughter pleaded. "As I've so often
reminded you, Clell wouldn't have
come West in the first place II you
hadn't played the big, bad wolf and
called him a fortune hunter, among
other things. Can help 1t If he's the
only lad I've ever loved? Mol
Furthermore, didn't drag you and
Aunt Martha along. You wouldn't hear
Of my coming alone"
'Indeed not!" Aunt Martha contrib
uted. "Hmp! A girl your age chas-
ing around over the country alone,
looking for man."
"She wouldn't have to If the young
scamp loved her as much as she thinks
he does" Mr.. Cassells argued loudly.
HE wouldn't let my few harsh
| words"
II feel no embarrassment whatever"
Jean countered. "Evangeline made a
long trek to find her Gabriel, and she
went down among the immortals."
Jean drove serenely on until, meet
ing procession of honking cars de-
scending a steep side road on to the
main highway, she swerved sharply to
avoid hitting the lead car.
"Fools!" roared old Rodney Cassells
brandishing his cane.
"Gangway for the bride and groom
from the Clell Prospect" shouted a
hilarious youth In the rear car.
"Clell?" Jeans voice broke on a
whisper.
"Hurray for the boss and his bride n
came the words Of the lad In the rap
idly vanishing rear car.
"Oh" said Jean. ooh"
1t was the hiss of escaping air that
reused her. She stepped out of the
car, saw that she had skidded upon q
rusty horseshoe.
smother puncturew groaned her ia
ther. Then he spied the horseshoe.
"Hahl I guess this blasts the horse
shoe theoryl A thirty dollar tire all
gored to-and the spare still debated
from that puncture yesterday Horse
shoes bahl Well, what now?"
Jean looked up the short steep road
which the cars of the bridal process
sion had just descended. Those build
ing up there on the hill must be the
Clell Prospects. Tears welled to Her
eyes as she gulped:
an walk up there and see If can't
get someone to fix our tire, Dad. And
to think that Clell-darn the horse
shoew She jerked the rusty article
from the debated casing, hurled 1t
away and started plodding up the hill.
Arriving at the group of buildings
huddled on the edge of a placer claim,
Jean dabbed the tears from her eyes
and knocked on the door Of the first
house she came to. Footsteps sounded
within. Presently tall young man,
carrying an armful Of shirts, opened the
door. He took one look at his visitor
and dropped the shirts.
"Jeanw
"Clu-Clellw Jean clutched the door
jamb weakly. That is, until the young
mans strong arms swept around her
waist.
"Gosh!" she murmured when at last
she gained articulation. II thought
you were racing down the mountain In
that bridal car, fellowI They said
one of the men-that the boss Of the
Clell Prospect"
my partner, Andy Jackson, got mar
riedw Clell Sherwood hastily ex-
planned. yours truly was Just pack