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Show :.x-x-;-x-m-m-X'xxx-;-x-m-x-xx-x-x-x-z-:-x-x-xxx-xzx- Classified Under the Head of "Information" Last summer Miss Moody, an nrtisl n search of perfect quiet and rest as well as beautiful scenery, pitched her tent In one of the remotest and wildest wild-est corners of the great Northwest, where she rejoiced in the absence of all modern conveniences. One riav. as she rode her horse over , cordurov road In a swampy forest. l,e was amazed to hear the sound of ., motor-car horn. Suddenly a bend ;n the road brought her face to face with a small motor car. Her bronco fiercely resented this sight and absolutely refused to pass he car. which, owing to the great roughness of the road, was traveling at a very low speed. ee'ng with what difficulty the rider wis retaining her sent as the horse reared plunged and hacked, and real-;7.in- that he could not get by tne fri-htened animal on so extremely narrow a highway, the motorist topped his car. Jumped out, caught the bridle and led the horse past It with soothing words. After expn-ssing her thnnks, Miss Moody. wUhir-s to show an apprecia- , tive interest, inquired what machlnt ( It was. i "It's an nuto.TK'Mle. lady." was the ' indulgent reply. -Kansas City Star. |