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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 21, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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By Olive Melville Parsons
"Too bad!" uttered Pierce-Maclay
and stood regarding an untoward
mishap in dismay.
A hind wheel had come off the light
wagon he had been driving. The
whole body of the vehicle seemed
jarred out of place and as the box
landed in a rut he saw that he was
not enough of a mechanic to adjust
the difficulty.
"Pretty nearly the wilderness," he
soliloquized, "and something better
than thirty miles to Maiden. Back
the route to Warrentown it's an even
thirty. What am I to do?"
Maclay removed the horse, tether
ed him and set at work to remedy
affairs. In a very few moments,
after a close inspection of the ve
hicle, he declared definitely:
"I give it up. No tools, no black
smith within reach, I'll have to aban
don the wagon and do the rest of the
journey on horseback."
He stood ruefully summing up the
situation, his hands thrust deep in
his coat pockets, when he started at
the sound of an unexpected voice,
clear as a bell, musical and friendly.
It revived his drooping spirits magic
ally quick.
"In trouble, stranger?"
Over the soft grassy trail a great
covered wagon had come noiselessly
upon him. Occupying its front seat,
clad in sensible khaki costume, was
a young girl with a rosebud face,
bright eyes clear as crystal and fear
lessness and human interest in her
entire manner as she halted a great
staunch span of horses.
"I declare!" involuntarily exclaim
ed Maclay "this is a pleasant sur
prise. I was getting gruesome in my
forlorn position and you can prob
ably tell me exactly where I am ma
rooned." The girl sprang down nimbly from
the wagon seat. She advanced to
the wreck and viewed it with a prac
tical searching eye. Her hand was
small but sinewy. She pulled aside
the dropped axle with a strength and
celerity that was amazing. She look
ed over the wrenched hub of the
wheel critically.
"If you care to carry the tools
from our wagon," she observed, "I
think I can soon mend things some
what." Maclay stared, marveled, but fol
lowed her with a polite bow. She
Mfe-rs ; A
Ruefully Summing Up the Situation.
went around to the end of the big
wagon she had driven and opened a
door. Maclay was further bewild
ered. The capacious space within
was fitted up like a room. It had.
bunks at the side, a folding -table,
stools hinged to its side, an oil stove
and a wardrobe. His fair compan
ion opened a heavy box. She took
from it a portable jack, several other
tools and some pieces of metal. She
handed them to Maclay. Then, arm
ed with a hammer, she led the way
back to his broken vehicle.

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