Show 1 r I I PIl 1 1 I I I I I 7 1 1 A ti r-r r J I the the- and corner up Broadway like a hi J flashA flash iut a 1 A big ginger colored colore car sir h he I explained d to DIal Blake e. e Ive I telephoned S ahead and they'll catch the fellow be beSS before be- be v SS 4 fore tore ho reaches second Forty-second street 4 I D Blake Blako whirled around and bore up upI uptown up- up I I t town wn pausing now and then to ge set get news of the ginger er colored limousine I i J. J L. L and ond always he heard of or its speed o oIts of Its number being taken hut never neve 1 was waa it arrested in its northward flight At last he traced It through th the ther r ift 1 Bronx and out along the roads road L. L 3 through Westchester ster feeling a growIng grow grow- rowIng row row- I Ing interest t in tho the chase And then fr z In tho the loneliest part of the highway g tr he hc came upon the ginger colored urn lim q stranded b by the tho wayside while k 0 a remarkably pretty prett face looked anxious anxiously from the window Ha muttered Blake e. e as h he heS S AND N slowed down beside tho the limousine I The plot thickens ens Enter the hero hero- I Daily Short Fiction Story LOST LOST LOST-A A LIMOUSINE By CLARISSA MACKIE Copyright ht 1915 1916 by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate Mr Kenneth Blakes Blake's library was vas wasa as asa a quiet Jet dreamy dream pla place on n this ml midsummer midsummer mid mid- summer afternoon Th The famous writer of detective stories was dr drowsing over o a a. a pile of proof and the sound of ot the tho telephone bell beU brought his well shaped head up with witha a sharp jerke Jerk hie pulled He-pulled e pulled the instrument across the desk and took down the receiver Yes he inquired lazily This spoke a crisp businesslike voice at the other end is Hen Henry Kensington of ot 51 Wall street Someone Someone Someone Some Some- one has gone off oft with my motor car a l limousine No Have some Borne of of your our men trace trac It will you please It was standing down hero here In front of Jt my office and and what's what's that YOUsa you sa say ay not police headquarters Why didn't you say so ao before confound your our Impudence sir And the in indignant indignant In- In Mr Kensington rang off Kenneth Blake hung up the re receiver receiver re- re leaned back In his chair and lau laughed hed that get you ou 1 he Inquired of the empty air Suddenly Suddenly Sud Sud- denly he stopped laughing and considered considered considered con con- thoughtfully thoughtful Im bl blessed s ed If Jf I dont don't trace that limousine myself he decided Thanks to my h habit of making notations notations no no notations on this telephone pad Ive I've got the car number and who knows but what I may moy get a yarn arn out of it al although although although al- al though likely its it's only a case of ot sord sordid d steal M My first visit will be to the tho traffic cop cap down there thero at Wall street Blake possessed a speedy little tittle electric electric elec elec- car of oC his own own one one of the results of ma iy det detective stories stones well told told told- and in a short time ho he had left his home square quare and had interviewed the tr traffic officer at the thebus bus busy downtown corner r Because Kenneth Blake had been born lucky h he obtained ob aln d a faint aint t clue The officer had noted the number of ot car because the driver had not observed the mighty wagging of ot his official l thumb and had sUpped slipped around me lne That's the trouble he hailed cheerfully A flat tire she responded I 1 dont don't think you OU can do anything thank you I wont won't detain you you But you cant can't remain here hert protested protested protested pro pro- tested Kenneth Ill change tires Ures for tor you ou Got a spare ono one I think so but so but please please please-it if you OU will po go o we on on we I shall get et along all allright allright right sho she said nervously Are Arc you driving this car de demanded cle- cle dc- dc the writer of detective stories Yes With Mr Kensington's permission permission permission sion 1 he asked regarding her keen- keen I She looked thoroughly frightened Not exactly How did you OU know it was his car she sho demanded de defiantly do- do Because he called d the police station station sta eta tion and gave savo the number of oC the tho missing car And you you you- you you-you you ou are the police she gasped in a n horrified tone Not exactly he evaded but I 1 Iam am tracing the car I think you better better better bet bet- ter let me me chan change e the tires tires' and then cc gp back to the city with Ith mo me No No no she cried I 11 cannot do that Oh dear what shall I 1 do she sobbed softly Let me change your our tire tire and and you OU OUma ma may go where you OU please muttered K Kenneth gruffly Jumping from his machine He thought it odd that the girl did not leave the car while he worked It almost seemed as though she sho was on on guard so closely did sh she r remain maln within the limousine and when ho he had finished his task she held heid out a small gloved hand hond through the lowered window Please go back bock to town and forget me mo and the limousine It Is all right It it will be returned to Mr Kensington Kensing Kensing- ton before night Very well he nodded and climbing into hl his own machine he ho turned about and went bock back t to f town the the memory memory of ot the tho girls girl's face driving all a other thoughts from Crom his mind Who was she Aho and what was was she doing with the ginger colored limousine sine that belonged to the Wall street magnate At o'clock 11 1 that night he called up UJ Henry Hent Kensington's residence and ascertained that the missing limousine limousine sine lIne had hat been safely returned to its own owner The The English r i butler was most emphatic in his protestations that the whole matter had been bon a a. mistake o. o Its quite nIl all rl right ht- ht sir air ho he as assured assured assured as- as Blake Mr Kensington made mode madea a mistake that's all Thank you ou sir o Blake hung hun up the receiver Jove Joe the girl was right after all I wonder Just what excuse she aho could pu put t over on old Henry Kensington Kensiton 1 He w-os w was soon to dl discover cover for tor withIn withIn with with- in a fortnight he met the girl out at the Bayside Country club She was waa crossing tho the putting green fn her scarlet blazer and whit on 1 making flue splashes of contrast a against th the tho green preen turf He would have passed passel her but hut she paused and put out a a. little sunburned hand Thank you OU very Cr much Mr Kennoth Kennoth Kennoth Ken- Ken noth Blake she said gravely r I am prepared to for forget forget If If et-If If It Is necessary he said gallantly It is no lon longer cr necessary she smiled My h father tather knows all Your father Henry Kensington I I am LuC Lucy K Kensington ton You thought I was an automobile thief didn't you At least an accomplice he amended I was and I was not You see m my brother Bob Is a wild harum bo boy of 16 He was racing down in his little car and he ho was arrested b by bya a traffic officer He managed to escape and went to fathers father's office Just as we reached there he saw MW the police pollee coming and he Jumped into fathers father's car at the tho curb tho-curb curb and I got in In too and we went to New Haven He HenaS was naS Inside the limousine on tho the floor when you talked to me mt You a suspected something like that didn't you your ou I knew you OU wore were In trouble and andas andas andas as I am ant a 3 writer of detective stories and something of an amateur sleuth myself I was interested but buttar but but- butA A Afar far tar awa away look came into J. J Lennards Lennard's eyes But 1 she prompted ed But do you know knon Miss Kensington Kensing Kensing- ton I believe e that this Is going to be bethe bethe bethe the most Interesting plot I ever tackled tackled and and surel surely the most complicated complicated caled- caled Ho He had the grace grac to blush then for In th the quick fiah of her e eyes es he guessed that she had understood his meaning And it was a story that ended hap- hap th |