where the tasks were the hardest
He kept everybody good natured,
with the result that the gratified
farmer got -double work out of all
"Well, Father Turner " he said
brightly late Saturday afternoon.
"Father!" remonstrated the farm
"Haven't you been just like one to
me?" challenged Roy "giving me
work, treating me like a prince! Now
I want the first money I ever earned.
How much for the week?"
"A dollar a day it's wha I pay
"Six whole dollars! Fine!" cried
Roy enthusiastically. "Now then,
won't you let me hire a rig with part
of it and take Eugenie down to se?
the moving pictures?
"You audacious youn "
"Oh, father, please! That's a good,
kind dear,'" pronounced a pair of
cherry hps, as Eugeme glided into
view from the shadow of the porch
"It will be so delightful."
"Then home and in bed by ten
o clock, and not one minute later,"
pronounced terrible papa.
"And well- have ice cream and
lemonade, and come home In the
moonlight!" exulted Roy. "Oh, this
is real life!"
And two days later opportunity
knocked at his door and all the future
It happened by chance. Roy was
bound townwards on a mission for
his new employer. Where the soft
rutty road turned, a light automobile
swiftly curved Into view, struck a de
pression and flopped over into the
Beneath it was the driver, a sickly
faced delicate youth of about eigh
teen. Once he screamed. Roy darted
forward. A field hand near by scaled
the fence, rake in hand.
From beneath the car gone turtle
there came groans and cries of help.
Every moment the upset auto ' was
pressing down, down into the soft,
yielding mire, threatening to crush j
the life out of the unfortunate victim
pinned beneath it.
The field hand ran frantically at
the edge of the machine and thrust
the handle of his rake under it to lift
it. The frail piece of wood splintered
Roy Sheldon fired up to the old
athletic days. His coat was off In a
"Get ready to pull the man' out," he
directed swiftly. "-Get him clear when
I lift quick."
"When you lift "
"This way ready!"
In no ordinary way could even
their combined strength budge the
overturned car. What Roy did-was to
creep under the slight free archway
formed by the back of the chauffeur's
seat. He could just squeeze in. He
could just stand, stooping, hands on
knees, feet planted like Con, elbows
and back slowly lifting under a strain
"Now!" shouted out Roy in a
bfeathless gasp, swaying crushingly
under the terrific weight Then as his
blurred eyes saw. the victim dragged
out he essayed a dexterous side drop,
and lay flat and exhausted on the
ground, free of the upset machine
himself except for one foot
That was crushed, wrenched and
imprisoned under a. wheel of the auto.
The rescued young man was fright
ened and bruised, but able to get
about He ran for help and a neigh
boring farmer brought a vehicle, and
the crippled Roy was removed to the
He learned that the young man
was the son of a wealthy publisher
living ten miles away, a Mr. Alyward.
A surgeon set Roy's injured limb and
the young man left profuse In his
gratitude towards his heroic rescuer.
"Oh, it was grand!" declared Roy's
gentle nurse, Eugenie "such
strength, such heroism!"
Just after dusk an automobile
drove up to the farm. It contained
the young man Roy had rescued, and
his father. It seemed as though the
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