The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1936-12-21

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ing very uncertain about that
"oh, Christmasi" He wiped away
the snowfiakes that were collecting
on his eyelashes. Here figured to
be hanging UP my sock in nice,
warm hotel in Santa re tonight
even though would only get my
foot In It tomorrow. Then Robbins
gets brainstorm and sends me OH
OF. this wild goose chase. Great
business--this trying to earn living
selling tires. Why wasn't I born
rich instead Of handsome?"
He clambered back inside and,
after q minutes tussle TO get the
care started, moved of carefully
into the darkness.
Half an hour Of driving. and now
tn, road was distinctly rising. Bob
was conscious OF high canyon walls
looming on either side. Perhaps he
should have gone the other way. but
he had thought he was following d.
rections exactly. Well, there was no
chance to turn back now. He'd
push ahead until he came to place
whege he could find out where he
was. Maybe a farmhouse or-thc car
began to slow down, and, In spite OF
all his efforts, finally groaned to a
dead stop.
There was nothing to do but get
out In the ankle-deep snow. A
hurried examination revealed OK
actiy nothing, and after several at
tenpts TO start, Bob was forced to
admit that he was stuck. He climb
e. back into the car to warm UP
and TO Hight q cigaret. He was wor-
sersng how It would seem TO pass
the night under the snowdrift which
seemed likely. to cover him, when
the lights Of another automobile
flashed RON behind him and he
could hear It laboring up the steep
incline.
In A minute the second car
stopped and Bob got out TO explain
his predicament. A good-looking
young man OF about Bob's age lean
ed ut to talk TO him. Beside the
stranger sat a girl wrapped In cost
ay fufs. Her dark beauty bespoke
spanish blood.
Ramon vasquez, at your service"
tho stranger said affably, after Bob
had explained. "0et right In with US,
and in the morning your can send
back for your car. You say your
name is Bob Graham? Angclique
aid I are delighted that we hap
pened to come along just now. Oh
but I'm forgetting. Angelique, Bob
Graham. Bob, Miss Angelique
Abeyta."
The girl smiled. and the flashing
glance Of her dark eyes showed her
approval of their new passenger.
She handed Bob fur robe TO tuck
about himself.
"A real picture card Christmas
Eve, isn't it?' Her voice was soft
and meiodious. "But not 50 good
for motoring. Well. we are not FAR
from the top Of the mesa now"
The car was moving again and
It's slippery passage along the mar
row road put an end to further
conversation. Bob glanced more
than once into the depths that
yawned beyond the roads edge, but
was treasured when he saw that
Ramon Vasquez was master driv-
err. He wondered Just where they
were going. and why the others
hal taken his presence on the road
so much for granted. Well, any
thing was better than staying In q
stalled car eli night. He could
probably get back again In the
morning. A dumb way TO spend
Christmas -herding q car through
snowdrifts 80 he could. get that or
der Robbins had been so keen
about A saiesmar's life was no
picnic.
The sudden stopping Of the car
interrupted his thoughts. A furry OF
H. A.ass