THE SUNDAY HEE; 0fAHA. AUGUST 27. 1922.
Out of the
two turn, well as Da, instantly
jrll bark, with mull, understand
, ing mulct. Thry laii M desire la
Spoil pretty woman's game, and
rottibly Hcntlcwin'e own wish. So
.tttice could not gracefully be re
fused. I'd like to Mart Instantly," lie
ail. "And make good tunc''
"I'll get my coat in a second.
Pan, have the car brought out of
the garage, please."
It was 10 minute before she n
back in her light silken motor coat, .
nothing on tier head but the silvery
tulle acarf. Again man or two
iiiwlcd. Hut undeniably It U
pretty woman's privilege to take
advantage of a perfectly good tulle
scarf, right at hand, for a long eve
111112 drive with the man she'
She was 26. But she could not
quite hide the light in her eyes
as she got into the car, Stephen
following.
She took the wheel. Stephen
looked at his watch. About three
and a half hours to make some 37
miles. Margin enough, he decided;
the roads in and about Chicago
are, for the most part, built for
'speed. At the same time, he
wished that he were in his own
car with his hand on his own cap
able wheel. Jim Townc's pur
chase was a low-powered make.
However, power has taken on
its own relativity of nvaninv in
(his speedy, paved age. He smiled
to himself, recalling days not long
gast when all motor speed lay in
She womb of the future, For men
like Hammond Wettles these were
rore accommodating days!
lattice caught the small, fleeting
smile. Perhaps she misinterpreted
it. She lifted her head happily
and shot the car. onward.
Five miles, on a superlatively
even road, fell away. Five more.
iTlie two had not much to say. al
though Lettice Townc's silence
may have been happily expectant.
A silence can be that. But Steph
en Bentlcwin was not hi the mood
for chatter, and she fell in with his
desire.
Perhaps she stowed down some
what the next five miles. The
speedometer responded to Stephen
rUentlcwin's glance toward it, how
ever, and Lettice colored.
But she was honestly uncertain
.when presently she came to stoo
at crossroads. "There's a slio
closed for repairs, Dan said. It
was open early this morning. 1
suppose you noticed which detour
Dan took on the way out?"
He was all alertness. He had
not noticed Dan minht have de
toured half a dozen times while he
,was fatuously admiring the rain-,
freshened foliage of the trcas.
Now, as if the thought had leaped
ffrom Lett ice's mind to his own.
lie recalled the recent heavy rains.
Personally, I don't drive this
,way often enough to know it well,"
iie said, with a decided touch of un
easiness or of impatience.
"To the left we'll get a mile or
ilwo of unpaved way," she said,
meditatively. "But the right turn
.means a detour of 6 or 7 miles."
Letters From Happyland
(Contiauod From Tngt KW.)
collided with an elderly gentleman
with such force to knock them
both down.
With profuse apologies Rose
Marie helped the man to his feet
as best she could, for she still held
the dog.
"I'm so sorry," she began, but
the man interrupted, "Prince, you
naughty dog I So I have found you
at last." Then he turned to Rose
Marie. "Tell me how it hap
pened." Rose Marie told him all about it
while the boys disapcared. The
old man pressed a bill into her
hand saying: "This dog is worth
$1,000. Take that for helping me
find him."
As Rose Marie skipped joyously
way he muttered, "Kindness hath
its own reward." Helen Parker,
Aged 14, IJrownville. Neb.
i A Young Hostess.
Dear Happy: I had company for
A few days. They stayed here
from Friday till Monday, I have
two brothers and two sisters.
Their names art Charles and Rob
ert. Helen and Alice. I am going
to be in fourth grade next year. I
have a pet cat; its name is Jet. I
hope my letter escapes the waste
basket. I am sending a 2-ccnt stamp
rrr my pin, Mary Casters, Aged
, Neola, la.
My Pets.
My Dearest Happy: It Is very
warm here today. I have two pets,
one it a bird; it is kind of a yellow.
ih green; his name is Dicky, We
have had it about a month, and It
sure can ting. My other pet it a
tig; ht Is all blackt ht it about
J yesrt eld, Wa got him from my
t-Mmlpt, Kit name it Nigger, This
J my litst leter and I hope it will
Golden Pack
lie looked at his watch. It was
lattice who, fluthing as if she
suspected blame for herulf in ins
attitude, took the Initiative and
shot the car toward the left road.
So that.'thrre-quartrrs of a mile
farther, it plowed heavily, impetu
ously, into a rain-soaked bed of
clay and came to disconcerting
halt.
"O!" exclaimed l.ettire in hor
ror. Stephen made no excUma
tion, but reached to take the wheel
from her. Presently he grimly
look his hand otf ft. No reverse
clutch had ufficed.4'W'r stuck."
he said, laconically. "We'll have to
be towed out."
She exclaimed that thry had
passed the last lighted place two
or three miles back. The sur
rounding country showed not a
blink of house or barn light.
"Whatever distance it Is, wc'fl have
to get help," he said, slill lacon
ically, and was striding off.
"Try again to force the car on,"
she begged.
He got in, tried, failed. An en
,gine sputtered, snorted, puffed
futilciy. "Chassis is too heavy for
the motor," he commented briefly.
"I suppose you'd not "care to stay
. behind. But I'm a fast walker."
"We may meet another motor
ist." "We may," he said, doubtfully.
"But, come to think, we haven't
passed many iff the last few miles.
Perhaps they've been warned off
the route." lie strode off. - A milt
back a window showed down a side
road.
They roused a sleepy truck
raiser. But he declined to bring
his horses to pull a car from clay,
and he declined to let them take his
horses or his flivver to complete
their journey.
"I'm a doctor," began Stephen,
entreating. "I've got to get to
town"
'That's what they all say," grunt
ed a. sleepy rruin, and closed bis
front door, "Three miles west,
Tony f'erica might listen. Then,
a if a in, he might be drunk," was
called from a window,
"Can we use your telephone
to"
"Out of order! Rains washed
out something."
Three miles is not a long dis
tancegiven the right margin of
time. Given the wrong margin
Lettice Towne caught her breath
till is was short and frightened in
sound. She and Stephen Bcntlewin
faced each other in common in-'
credulity. It seemed quite impos
sible that this could happen that
they could be near and yet so far
from all the aids and demands ofV
their timest
Rather blindly, Lettice turned
and retraced her steps in the direc
tion of the car. She walked fast. -As
though at an absolute loss to
think of any way of getting as
sistance that would be expeditious
enough, Stephen followed her si
lently, scanning the road in front
and behind him for any gleam of
other headlights. There came no
gleam.
not be my last one. I have a sister ,
whose name is Gcraldine Rasmus-'
sen. She is 14 and will be in
the ninth grade next year. I will be
in the sixth. I promise to be kind
to all dumb animals and promise to
help some one eery day. J. hope
to get my pin soon. My father is
the editor of the Hershey Timet.
Claire Rasmusscn, Age'll, Hersh
ey, Neb.
Reada All Letters.
Dear Happy: I would like to
join your Happy tribe. I am sending
a 2-ccnt stamp, I love to read your
letters every Sunday. I will be kind
and good to all dumb animals. I
will promise to help tome one every
day. My father buys the Omaha
Sunday Bee every Sunday.
I have five brothers. Their nmes
are William, Croft, Laurence,
Marion C, Melvin, Ralph G, Ben
jamin, Francis C, and Archie
Maxwell C. I have one sister. Her
name is Gertie Mae C.
As my letter it getting long, I
will close.
I hope some one of the Go
Hawks will write to me. I will be
glad lo answer, Goodby. F.thel
Croft, 621 South Lincoln Avenue,
Hastings, Neb. ,
My Horse Beta.
Dear Happy: I wish lo be kind
to every dumb animal.
My pet horse's name is Bess. She
Is very kind lo us. We can ride
her all over. We can get on her
and the know a whert lo go aftrr
the cows. W woik her in the fietJ
lots, and when my father unhitches
my brothrrt run out to the held U
meet my father, and whrn hev get
there my father puts them on Hits.
eraldint I (all, Ag tf, Stolta,
Nets.
ll'M)lnit4
"Is there any intrrurban car in
this pail of the country i" he curtly
atkrd Lelnc oner.
"None. Several miles from here
"""AM Several miles!"
Thry rrai bed the car again, He
tried again, scowling, to force an
engine to effective action. Four
great wheels remained fat held in
the wet clay.
There mutt have hern an elo
quent expression on Stephen's fare
when presently he desisted and
looked at Lrttice, remaining sto
ically on the ground beside, hrr sa
tin slippers wet and muddy from
the mile and return walk,
Scarlet burned out bright on both
her delicate cheeks. "I'm sorry,"
she stammered. "1 wish I'd let Dan
drive you in. I'm"
"It can't be helped," he said po
litely. "Just bad luck, that's all'
"You'll always blame met"
"Not at all," he said, loo politely.
"Perhaps Mr, Wettles can wait
till morning."
"He'll be a dead man in the
morning."
Desperately: "Aren't there other
surgeons at the hospital who"
"Plenty. But I'm afraid" a voire
could not keep down bitter Appre
hension 'he'll be boneheaded
enough to wait for me, minute after
minute, which won't help his tem
perature." He stared down grimly at the big
motionless wheels, so competent,
but so use!' ss now. The hubs might
have leered at him above the clay
which held the tires and lAwcr
spokes. It is the irony of modern
inventions that at times thry can
so stubbornly display their limita
tions, Lettice gave another very short,
frightened breath, and her two
white, ungloved hands clenched at
her sides.
Stephen Ben, twin's expression
was forbidding, although it was
more concerned with Hammond
Wettles than with her. To the,
woman, however, who had hoped
Again a short breath of fright.
But her own two hands, clenched,
must have given her desperate in
spiration. V
"If if the wheels won't leave
the clay' she said, a little wildly,
"perhaps the clay will consent to
leave the .wheels." And, saying
this, she dropped to her knees, re
gardless of her white silk dress,
and began fiercely to pull the clay
with her hands from a tire and the
lower part of a hub. She flung her
.handfuls to the side of the road.
"Lettice I"
"It's the only wayl"
"This is preposterous I In the
first place, it would take us hours
"I'll seel" One end of her tulle
scarf fell in front of her. With a
soiled hand she flung it back. "A
clay bed five feet by, say, .10x18
inches deep we'll hope it's no
deeper at the rate of two full
handfuls a second "
"Lettice! Get upl I insistl Look
Readers
A New Member,
Dear Happy: This is my first let
ter to Happyland and I think I
will enjoy being a member. I am
13 and in the eighth grade. I
am sending a 2-cent stamp and the
coupon, for which please send me
an official button. For pets I have
two cats. Their names are Fluffy
and Blackie. I will try to protect
all birds and dumb animals. I will
close. Emma Pinson, Age 13, ,
Platte Center, Neb.
My Pet Chickens.
Dear Happy: I wish to become a
junior of the Happy tribe.
I promise to he kind to dumb an
imals, also to birds and fowl.
A few weeks ago my mother and
I set four hens. They hatched out
about forty chickens.
Two old hens tried to claim them,
but now only one does.
I have to feed them every time.
They sleep behind a barrel by the
steps. Jessie Jess, Age 10, Scotia,
Neb. i
Lost Her Pin.
Dear Happy: I joined the Go
Hawks about a month ago, I lost
my pin and would like to know if
you will send me another one?
Will promise to be kind to dumb
animals. have the cutest little
brother, I will have to close now,
for my letter is getting pretty long.
Dorothy Lcwellyn, Aged 10,
Auburn, Neb.
Wants to Join.
Dear Hippy; I want to loin
your club. 1 am sending a 2 cent
stamp for my button. 1 am l) years
old and in the second graje, 1 read
the Honrs in the Sunday paper. I
proiiiiie to be kind til all birds and
itmnh aii'iiuls, lU-Ica Murray,
Tilden, Neb,
rum rtt Twa.l
at your gown, your scarf!" "e
was thoroughly angry, as at a silly
and hytteticat child. He topk hold
of hrr
She , wretiihrd from his hold.
"No!" Two fasi,' full hands
rlutchrd, tossed her skirts
prrtted lo their rim in. the mire
that her knees had found.
A marvelous Inttrumrnl is the
human hand, l'nhrlievably swift
and capable at times, Msn-made
machinery finds it bard lo attain
the, elattirily, the prehensile, hinge
like power of the band, frail and
white as it may appear. It is not a
rapacious shovel nut undeniably it
Js a shovel of a sort. And quite
early in life most hands have
, learned how to handle mud In the
' shape of good mud pies. After
ward Stephen Bcntlewin never ree
nmcndrd the feat to other motor
istsindeed, deemed It best not to
strain their credulity by telling
them what had been' done. But
when he had, contemptously for a
while, then curiously for a while
watched lattice's quick, fierce
handfuls of clay
A clayey spoke was clear of
clay. A submerged lire seemed
not so hopelessly submerged. Be
tide a second wheel he dropped to
his knees, and began fiercely lo dis
entangle a car with the best dis
intanglcrs at hand.
Five minutes ten fifteen. Hard
breathing, strenuous arms. Twenty
the rim of one wheel was free,
resting on comparatively solid un
derlay. Thirty another rim
agreed to come out and be good.
Forty , ...
Stephen . sprang to his feet.
"Pretty loose except the center, I
think he said, breathing hard.
"I'll try the motor again, all
open ll sprang into the front
seal, applied power, was rewarded
by a rebellious but effective puf
fing. He threw open a clutch
wailed breathlessly and the car
haded slowly but surely out of
its limited bed and oil to good,
solid ground at the rear.
Lettice, who had waited with
straining eyes and cars, clambered
in breathlessly beside him. She
wasl soiled, grimy person. The
white silk dress was forever
ruined. Her slippers were mud
carriers. Her fingernails were
black and broken. Her delicate
face was smeared out of all' beauty
ul hue.
But Stephen Bcntlewin did not
waste much time inspecting her
appearance. He looked at his
watch once, then the car was
turned snout about and was
shooting back to the original cross
roads, where naturally enough,,
other headlights were belatedly
gleaming now that their assistance
was not needed.
A passing motorist, hailed, re
ported that a washout had been re
paired. "Sure since noon." - In
silence Stephen shot down ' the
road, r
It ribboned on, became crowded
with other cars, noisy with honks,
sprang at last in Chicago's im
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mediate outskirts, became a houle
vard. Mower, finally. Midi a
boulevard's impeding wheels,
countless cars to be passed dis
creetly r msde way for, stops at
erodings, the upheld arms of many
traffic officers, the conspicuous
fronts of a thousand garages, and
filially the great red doorway of
the hospital,
lattice was sitting wearily in
her seat when it was reached at
last. Stephen looked at his watch
as he brought the car to an abruut
standstill, l.lcvrn fifty-ctitht.
He Jumped out, with a little nod
at Lettice. Inside the doors an
attendant met bun "Is he here?"
he asked the attendant. "Ten
minutes." Swiftly, with profes
sional unmoved countrnsure, ha
mdr Lis way to an elevator.
tVoin that elevator he emerged
tw Lours later.
Oa a s ight barked chair, for
the convenience of visitors, Lettice
sat; a patient, soiled, drooping fig
ure. "Vou slill here! Why in the
world-"
"I wanted to learn If he will
be all right?"
"I think so. I've not been will
ing to leave until now. But un
less unforeseen complications set
in"
"Then then" she fried bravely
lo hold a soft under lip steady
"yoli won't"
"Won't what?"
"Blame me?"
"Why, in no rase would I"
"O, yesl" She said it quietly
enough; with conviction, "you'd
always have seen a dead man beside
me whenever you thought of
me"
Her dark blue eyes were lifted
to his. Stephen Bcntlewin brushed
a hand across his own eyes. On
her cheek there was a great splotch
of clay. That served as suggestive
link, doubtless; as memory's fillip.
But it was odd with what distinct
ness he saw. not Lettice Towne in
a miry roadbed, but a small, bent,
wind browned woman on a miry .'
northern sand hillside one shaft of
her old buggy had broken and she
was out of her seat and trying pa
tiently to mend it with a bit of
twine found by the way. Odd that
in two women's eyes there could
be the same deep glow an 'under
standing He had the sensation of having
built a long and unnecessary bar-
, rier against what was very good
in life. With that tenderness
which denotes a peculiar posses
sion, he took out his handkerchief
to wipe the clay from her face.
"Never mind," she said with a
flush.
"At !catt enough to" Before
the wide eyes of a hospital door
man to put his lips to the wined
cheek. A little absently, too. Be
cause of his heritage, he was pity
ing some other men Bickings.
KorfTcr, Graisy. He would find
n his future what they had piti
fully missed.
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