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which were two black robed
women. One sat with her leet
braced against the dashboard,
holding the lines' with the deter
mined clutch of one who ex
p'ects death and is prepared to
meet it halfway. The other
stood, like an avenging angel, fac
ing the car, a hand encased in a
black cotton glove raised threat
eningly, while her voice rose
shrilly above the chug-chug of
the machine: "You dasn't come
on when I hold up my hand
I'll have the law on you."
King groaned and slackened
speed. Marian laughed hysteric
ally. Only the old gray mare
seemed unconcerned, as she turn
ed her soft eyes, guiltless of
blinders, from the occupants of
one vehicle to another. Perhaps
monotony had palled on her, and
even in the evening of her exist
ence she welcomed new sights
"My dear madam," King be
gan, a note of exasperation in his
tone. The eyes of the lady of the
surrey flashed fire.
"Don't get fresh, young man.
I'm a self-respecting single wo
man, and not your dear, and that
thing ain't going to pass my
Nancy. If it don't skeer her to
death, she'll likely kick up and
break the wagon. You just stay
where you are till I think what's,
best to do."
Marian Devenish slipped down
from the now motionless automo
bile, and crossing the few feet of
intervening road, laid a caressing
hand- upon Nancy's peaceful
brow1." She doesn't seem- much
frightened," she smiled up a4t the
irate owner. "Perhaps if you sit
down I can lead her past ah
that is better. Thank you so
much. You are all right, now."
"Then things is awful not '
fitten for decent folks," the lady
muttered in extenuation of her
"You are a wonder," said King
solemnly. He doubled, trebled
speed and they swimmed along
the sun-scorched road.
As they approached the last lit
tle town before Morley, King's
eyes were grave. ''We'll never
make it ahead of the train, dear,
thanks to Nancy." Marian seem
ed not to hear. She was leaning
forward as though waiting for
something then a whistle pi'erc-'
ed the air.
"It's the train now the one
Archer comes on this is even
better, Gordon, for Clara would
be at the Morley station anyway,
and might persuade him over
your head. Drive me right in
rhere and leave me no, I'm not -
afraid you. get on the train
you've got that contract in your
pocket hunt Archer up and
make him sign it before you get
to Morley you'll just have time"
no, not here, Gordon some
one. might see and, dear, please
Three-quarters of an hour later
King stepped from an in-bound
accommodation onto the plat
form. The big red automobile
stood silent and deserted in the
diisk; from a secluded corner of
th6 ladies" Waiting room Marfan
pDevnish smiled at-his approach.