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Show COURTINGJNTHE LANE The Tribulations of a Well-Znown Toung Mm While Driving His Sun-k Sun-k ' day Girl. 8HELL-E0ADED BY A SOEOEEESS He Takes to the Gravels and Unmasks the Author of H is Temporary ; ' Discomfiture, While R. S. James is too well posted on the calendar to permit himself to believe that yesterday was an "August sweater," he is ready to muke 'aflidavit that an overcoat Was a lofty nuisance and that ' the temperature ran to a higher altitude than ever the diva reached. He was hot hotter than a purple sheet from satanic realms. It was when the sun with stereotypic regularity was Binking behind the rugged crest of the western hill and mirroring its fantastic draperies in the bosom of the great lake that Colonel James hitched tip his roadster and started for a jog. Beside him sat in ecstatic resignation the idol of his heart. Through the grandeur of Zion they sped and then returned to touch lip the family lamp. It was about 9:80 that Mr. James detected some one at his wagon and hastening to the door he saw the outlines of a woman speeding away with his trotter. He yelled to her to stop and yelled again, but the mysterious driver only replied with a lash of the whip and kept on her reckless reck-less course until the owner began to pat the gravel 'In. her direction when bIio descended and joined a twain who had awaited her on the corner. The restoration of the outfit was not sufficient suffi-cient to appease Mr. James' curiosity, ' however, and on tho heels of the trinity trin-ity he sped until they jumped over the fence and disappeared in the darkness 1 In tho absence of - a dark 'lantern he found the search somewhat dimcult but finally reached a shanty , in the lot at the corner cor-ner of H and Brigham streets where the covey had settled itself. It was a scene that appealed to the huntsman's heart. There in the voiceless shadow of the apple tree was a real native landscape two skirts and one pair of trowsers. James was in a dilemma. He was undecided un-decided as to whether it was wiser to shoot or to demand an unconditional surrender. He was reflecting on the problem when tho trousers come from their silken mournings and exclaimed "It is me." "And me J" chimed Mr. James as he craned his.neek and peered further into the darkness. "Why of course, Johnnie Whirl, the. Little Whirl, as 'twere, who use to punch fares on the streetcar line.'? It dawned then that the episode was a joke that imeant to send the lofty James borne on; foot and while there was a merry volume of laughter rippling rippl-ing through the apple trees he sought the "stolen" buggy and then his best girl- . ;; ,t'' " ' |
