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King smiled back into the eager
face. "No wonder the Deven
ishes made millions while the
Kings were trying to make a liv
ing. Morley it will certainly be
it's three o'clock now if we
have good luck we can make it by
five, and Brook's train from town
is not due until 5:15. If I meet
him at the station, contract ready
for signing, backed up by the out
ward and visible presence of the
car, I guess Mr. Ridge's cake is
dough now what in thunder is
The occupants .of the red car
found their way barred by a very
big, very determined blue-uniformed
son of Erin.
"But we're outside town limits
and I don't believe we've exceed
ed speed law at all," grumbled1
the reluctant chauffeur.
"Yez wasn't outside town lim
its whin yez flew Past Tim
O'Malley like the divil was for
ninst ye," was the jjrim retort.
"Ye'ircome with -me, and the
gufrl " Marian turned anxious
ly toward him.
"Oh, you mustn't stop us now
you can't. Don't you know "
pleadingly "that we were going
to be married today but if you
keep us "
"Ye gods!" King gasped unden
his breath. The red face in front
of them showed signs of weaken
ing and' the girlish voice went
on softly: - ,
"You'U let Us go this time?
Suppose it was you and 'they
wouldn't let ypu have the girl
you wanted, and she " The
grim lips widened mto a smilel
and the stalwart figure relaxed
his threatening attitude.
"Faith 'twas Maggie Milhgan
and meself that run away," Magj
gie Milligan's spouse grudgingly
admitted, "but if I pass it up thig
time " he shook a warning fist
then stepped back as the car flew
on. ' ,
"We'll send you a piece of wedr
ding cake you. and Maggie Mul
ligan," King called back above
the chug of the machine. -
"We lost ten minutes there'
Marian's,cheeks were pinker than
their won't, "and there's an abj
surd little hamlet just beyond,
ruled by a lot of cast iron Meth
odist deacons selectmen, dori'jt
you call them ? We'll never come
over them with the guile that dip
for Paddy bless his heart so
run slow, Gordon, and steer clear
of pigs, chickens and babies, ay.
of which will be strewjn the main
They passed this ,village with
out misadventure, then the sec
ond, third and fourth. At thp
fifth, King, perhaps grown reck
less from success, was held up. by
a beardless city father in overalls
and parted with his temper and
ten dollars not to mention 2Q
minutes of valuable time.
"There's a ten-mile stretch of
open road ahead," Marian said,
as they reached the outskirts of
the sixth village. "We can go
like the wind, and Oil, Gordon,
look !" The last rose to a wail of
Toward them came a venerable
white horse harnessed to an
equally venerable surrey,, jn