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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 03, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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that corner ten acres, if I don't give
him a lift on the automobile myself!
And if Mary Dowe sets up any pouf
ing pipes, he's too good for her, that's
But Mary did not A sensible, truly
loving girl, she rewarded Mark with
a sweeter smile than ever when he
told her of his decision.
"Why Mark," she cried brightly,
and with a spice of mischief, "we
can't sit half as close together In one
of those big, sprawling machines as
in the cozy, comfortable farm wagon!
And I don't care one bit for whizzing
through the air, and getting my hair
out of order, and scared to death at
every narrow road. And you're to
help poor Mr. Warner you dear,
good fellow! It shows your noble,
unselfish heart, and I'm prouder of
you than ever!"
"Mary, you are a jewel!" enthused
Mark. "No more than that, an an
gel! I know you are hiding a disap
pointment, for nearly all your girl
friends have auto rides innumerable,
but we'll have our own machine
yet "
"Ours!" felicitated Mary, beaming
with happiness. "How nice that
So Mrs. Warner went to the city
and returned with a new lease of life
and Mark worked, harder than ever.
He did not like it particularly when
Nat Brown railed at him from his ele
gant roadster, because he did not join
"the real set" and take pleasure fly
ing. Mary, too, for a moment was
glum as Nellie Blair flashed by, proud
and contemptuous, in a dainty outing
gear that enhanced her youth and
beauty. In fact, Mary and Mark
were hi a measure ignored by former
friends because "they did not keep
up with the procession."
But all this was forgoten as, re
turning from some show at a neigh
boring town, they let old Dobbin pick
his way along the moonlit river road,
while the night birds lulled them to
serenity in' warbling harmony, and
clear stars twinkled as if smiling on
the happy, contented faces of the
loyal pair.
The once, they came along with
old Dobbin just in time to haul Nat
and Nellie back to town four miles
to have a broken steering gear fixed,
and at another time they pulled a
touring party of four friends out of
a ditch and won meek, shamed
thanks from former deriders.
One afternoon old Dobbin was tak
ing them over to 3ayville, where a
county fair was in progress. There
was a short cut possible by crossing
a narrow bridge, used rarely except
by teams. At either approach the
road curved, and it was customary
for any one crossing in a vehicle to
halt and see that the way was clear,
as two teams could not pass at one
time on the bridge structure.
"Nothing coming. Get up, Dobbin,"
ordered Mark, after peering ahead,
but as they got half way up the ap
proach a clatter caused him to turn
the horse sharply, hoping to be able
to get out of the way.
"An automobile!" exclaimed Mary
in surprise.
"Jump!" suddenly shouted Ned.
He spoke just in time. Mary leaped
lightly to the ground and ran a few
yards down the side of the incline.
Mark sprang to the head of the horse,
saw that he could not turn in time
and also sprang out of the way.
What happened came with the ra
pidity of a swift moving picture. An
automobile 'came flying down the in
cline. It held two men. As it struck
the wagon it splintered it to a thou
sand pieces. The machine gave a
lurch' and threw one man over into
the river. The other jumped. , As
the man in the water swam for the
shore and the other made for some
underbrush Mark saw half a dpzen
persons headed by the village mar
shal come dashing over the bridge to
the spot where the disabled machine
lay, a .wreck.
Old Dobbin was running affrighted
in the direction of home. The vehi-

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