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"Ob. papa!" palpitated Lillian
with concern. "Only 75 cents," she
added, glancing into her purse.
"What will the young man think of
The young man, overhearing, his
back to them, wiping his hands on
the towel, smiled quietly. As he faced
. about Lillian approached him with
1 - timidity.
"The the charge, please, please?"
' she faltered.
"Oh, that?" responded Vance El
liott, lightly. "Let me see," and he
feigned to consult a written schedule
on1 a desk. "Ah, yes 25 cents.'L
"Twenty-five " voiced Lillian
''Cents," supplied the smiling ama
teur, workman. "You see, we can't
' call this a regular job as I am not
acting officially. The mechanic's pro
portion would be a quarter, so
1 Lillian was iirfmensely relieved.
She flushed," however, as ( her eyes
met those of this .courteous, obliging
helper. There was -a slightly quiz
zical expression in his glance! Had
he overheard her conversation with
her father. x
"An honest man!" exclaimed Mr.
, Wray with energy, as they left the
"He certainly was delightful," ob
served Lillian, and there was the to
ken of a sigh in her utterance, as
though reluctant to sever associa
tion with this splendid young fellow.
"Hello!" exclaimed Vance Elliott
at high noon exactly three days lateT.
y He was on a week's walking jaunt,
putting in the last half of a, desul
tory vacation. '
He was passing a handsome villa,
j - Gazing beyond its hedge, he caught
sight of a young girl seated at a ta
ble in a rustic arbor. She had looked
up to wave her hand at an old gen
tleman crossing the lawn toward a
small building at the rear of the
mansion, suggesting a -storehouse or
"My friends of the garage," mur-1
mured Elliott, and in a pleased tone.
He had not forgotten them, particu
larly the girl, and he recognized
them at once.
A maid came to the young lady in
the course of a few minutes and they
went into the house. Ellibtt was a
bold, original young man. He crowd
ed through the hedge, he approached
the arbor, he glaneed down at sev
eral half-written sheets.
"Poetry," he smiled "and not bad.
Ah! I see, she has left blank where
the rnyming .word does not come
satisfactory or euphoniously. 'I
drained life's chalice all to soon
moon, rune, noon,1 she has noted
down. "I'll add to the collection,
and the fun-loving Invader wrote
"spoon. There came to me a carv
rier dove,' she has- got 'grove, rove,
prove,' I'll add, my mite," and he au
daciously wrote "move."
His spirit of mischief subdued,
there was no excuse for Vance to re
main, although he would like to have
done so. He crossed the lawn to
pass the little building into which he
had -sefin Mr. Wray disappear. He
glanced into a sashless windowl
Upon" a workbench was a model
made up' of intricate wheels, shafts
and levers. Standing, shaking his
head dubiously as if at a loss to fig"
ure out sdme'perplexing problem r&
garding the invention was Mr. Wray.
He seemed to give up in despair. He
left the little workroom in deep
thought. Vance entered it and
Jooked over the machine.
Half an hour later Mr. Wray, re
turning to the place, uttered a cry of
surprise to see an intruder absolute
ly engrossed in working, over the
"Hey, you!" he hailed challeng1
ingly. "Don't bother me," retorted the
absorbed Vance. "You're working
on a great idea here and glory, I've
He had indeed, expert mechanician
that he was, discovered what Mr.
Wray had lacked in his invention for