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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 29, 1913, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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"I'll attend to the young lady,"
gruffly retorted the head official.
"She has probably got a further bill
of damages to present," and he
glanced at the bundle on the ground.
"Your friend, or chauffeur, or what
ever he was, made off with the ma
chine, did he? Well, we'll hold you."
"Willis said nothing. He was led to
the little courtroom of the town. It
was all new, all strange to him. Only
that morning he had reached the
place. Fate had been hard with him
for some time past. A skilled drafts
man, he had lost a position in the
city through the failure of his firm.
Now, homeless and friendless, he
was without money and willing to
turn his hand to anything in the
shape of honest work.
Then had come the present epi
sode. He wondered if it was reckless
desperatoin, a sense of his own use
lessness in the world, yet an appre
ciation of the fervent words of the
owner of the automobile that had in
fluenced him to act as the scapegoat
for another.
The man who had apprehended
Reeves knew sufficient of the case to
testify as to excessive speed. The
stern-faced judge listened and deliv
ered his dictum:
"Fine one hundred dollars and
At that moment the marshal en
tered the courtroom, the young lady
Reeves had saved accompanying him.
"Your honor," he spoke, "this
young lady, Miss Morris,, has suffered
a great loss through the reckless
fe driving 01 uus young man. sne nas
P been working: on a special order of
china painting for over three months.
What little money she had is tied up
in it, and the automobile smashed? her
work to flinters. This young man
should pay her "
"Why, no," abruptly spoke the
i young girl "this is not the man who
drove the automobile. He saved my
life by drawing me out of the way,"
and -Miss Etta cast a grateful look
upon her rescuer.
"How is this9" sharply demanded
the magistrate.
Reeves glanced at the clock. If
he told his story, a telephone mes
sage might halt the automobilist
somewhere down the line. He did not
believe that the earnest eyed young
man he had assisted would leave
him in the lurch.
"I assume all responsibility," he
said simply.
"Can you pay the fine and dam
ages?" i'l have no money whatever," con
fessed Reeves frankly.
The girl regarded him with strange
interest as the judge bowed her from
the courtroom.
"Your honor, there's something
queer about this case. This young
man wasn't in the automobile at all,"
said the marshal.
"Why don't you explain?" urged
the judge to Reeves.
"I feel sure the fine and the loss to
the young lady will be adjusted
soon," was ah that Reeves would say.
"What are we going to do, if' the
prisoner has no money to pay his.
fine?" propounded the marshaL",
"The rock pile, of course ne'll
have to work it out,"
"I seem tobe in knee-deep f" cogi
tated Reeyes the next day. "I never
counted on this, though." -
Two others beside himself had
been marched to a spot on the high
way near a stone quarry. Each was
supplied with a heavy hammer and
was expected to break up the- rocks
for use in road grading.
The next day Miss Morris came to
the place while the men were eating
their coarse dinner fare. She engaged
Reeves in conversation. She learned
the true story of the automobile epi
sode. The next day she brought him a
warm meal. A tie of rare friendship
began to grow up between them.
The fourth day Reeves saw the
marshal conducting a lady down the
road. He pointed to Reeves and the
lady approached.

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