The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-02-03

she saw c rocky road with grass between the wheel tracks, and deep ruts; and she asked quickly:
 "What is itS Where are we9"
 Lost" he said gayly. "Lost in tho storml Lost in the impone- trable forest But have no fearl Like th efaithful New Foundland dog, I carry suceor TOT oil wayfar. eTs." Ke he'd, she saw, flask, She shook her head, and no tipped 1t to his own lips. He~ offered 1t to her again; and when she still 70. Eused, he said cheerfully:
 "Then I'd better finish itl Not enough here to Do worth saving
 "ill take it." Kay said quickly. If you drink any more, you won't be able to drive .. :" The stuff sealded her lips; she spilled some
 T tried to take some short cuts," he explained. "steered by the North Star. jeff don't ever trust c star Polaris has been on spree tonight Here today and gone tomorrow. Mutable rnutlandis lnutator, or words to that effect. But don't worry, Nothing to worry about. Man of honor. Always remember that. We will proceed" The rocky read climbed stecply. Excelsior" i" no said, and wrestied with tho wheel. F 4
 And 6 moment later: Honest, jeR, 1'll got you safe home"
 "tpden't seeEastU tU carey'l' she coFs sesged wearily.
 He had been thus fer cheerful enough, ainiable, curiougly Seassur. ing. lie became hilariously gey. H0 sang, loudly in the night, 50 that when they passed farmhouses dark and shuttered. Kay Imagined the folk inside rising from bed to run to the windows and look out. There was an infectious quality in his gayety, 90 that Kay found herself singing too. They wandered for what seemed hours on absurd roads, rocky and winding, through deep woods. over iedgy hilltops, down into valleys where the ruts were fnired. And then suddenly they came out at right angles on . con. crete highway, and Bob stopped the cor.
 Here we are!" he said trium. phantly. "Now will you trust your Uncle Bobl"
 "Where are we?" she asked.
 Well, this road leads somewhere, either that way or this," he assured her. Doesn't matter to Us! If we can get somewhere, we can get from there to Boston. 'Quod Frat Demonstration.' Let us proceed" He swung right, and the car raced smoothly, the white concrete flowed to meet them with c hypnotic regu- lariyt. Kay had Q sensation of rushing, headlong speed, curiously soothing; and then, very suddenly they were in . village. White houses Icy on either hand, and Bob slowed the car, peering right and left. Suddenly he damned the brakes and stopped.
 "What is to" Kay murmured.
 Behold the iocal Post office and general store," he told her, and laid his hand along his nose. And con- sider the shrewd guile of your Uncle Bobl shall now light 6 match and read the name of this hamlet, thus locating ourselves up- oil the geographical face of New England. After that, the rest is simple. Await me, lass, I return anon."
 He descended. and Kay watched him strike Q match and hold 1t high. The first one fiickered and went out; the second served. He came back to her.
 ''Eureka," he reported, this, Jeff, is Minton 0reenl"
 T never heard of it," Kay de- clared.
 He chuckled, starting the car. "A famous town," he assured her. T was best man here once, at 8 wed- ding. Pat Norris and Felicia. We motored down from Boston one night after . Yale game and were home by morning. There's an old J. P. with chin whiskers who's also town clerk, lives along here some- where" He was watching the houses as they slipped swiftly by. Pat and Felicia have hit it of, too." he declared. "Happiest pair I know"
 How far to BostonP" Kay asked wearily.
 Couple of hours," he told her. 'Tsere we sol"
 Outside the village, they berasted a steep ride, and the car reced tlp- ward to the crest. At the top, they faced the east, and Bob pressed the brakes with aEl exclamation. ~Hullol" he cried. Look therew
 'What?"
 ".Rosy-fingered dawn.' JeR. See. the sky's brlghtening."
 Kay nodded weariiy; but Bob sx-I claimed:
 'Jeff, this is badl"
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