Show I v vE T E HIS DRIVER By MILDRED I Copyright 1917 1911 We western tern Newspaper Union Glen Truesdale alighting at the village vil- vil lage age station looked quickly about for forthe he the usual hotel c conveyance It was a amile amile mile and a half halt to the center of or the town own and his time timo there was limited No o customary bus presented Itself to toils his ils vision Impatiently he strode up the he roadway and there just at the tho bend end waited a large automobile In Inthe Inthe the he drivers driver's seat sat the most beautiful girl he had bad ev ever r seen Truesdale was debating with hImself himself himself him hIm- self whether he might dare to ask of ot other her the tho information the brusque stalon station station sta- sta tion lon agent denied when the girl leaned forward Auto for she asked You mean mean mean mean- he blurted d out that you rou would drive me there The girl pushed open the car car door That is my business she answered With alacrity he placed his valise In Inthe inthe the he machine and seated himself by the driver Her gauntleted hands were upon the wheeL Where she asked briefly Truesdale answered with the house house- name of his destination There was no ao Invitation for far further remark in n her businesslike businesslike- manner Once she turned to smile at him Great morning isn't it iU she said To Glen Truesdale it was a great morn- morn Ing ng Theres the great business business' block i ahead laughed the girl and your office the center one Twenty five cents please So soon said Truesdale His tone bespoke disappointment The driver flung open th the door and even as he descended she prepared to o whirl her car about in in departure Then Inspiration came to him There was so little of interesting variety in his tread mill l life this this this' glorious glorious' mornIng morning morn morn- ing spin had seemed like an hour from his boyhood The car and the services of this lovely baffling maid were miraculously miraculously mi mi- for hire This afternoon said Truesdale I would like to be carried rover over to the next town could you do it The girl considered Yes she said and there will be other gers Call for you at nt two The other passengers were tucked Into the back seat when she arrived Sile Silently he resented the presence of the two old oid ladles ladies but on their swingIng swingIng swing- swing Ing lug way again he was glad The driver driver er er r seemed to feel free now now to include him in the merry descriptive remarks she made to the others Back with the s station atlon lights gleaming through evening dusk Glen Truesdale lingered beside the big carIt carIt carIt car It will be necessary for me to pay paya a weekly visit here for some time he told the tIie girl may I ask you you to drive me each Wednesday For a moment she regarded him beneath beneath beneath be be- neath her soft cap brim Certainly she agreed impersonally It was altogether stra strange ge and inexplIcable inexplicable inexplicable inex inex- how that winsome girlish face haunted him through the days which followed Mockingly it smiled from perplexing papers resentfully resentfully- it seemed to withdraw at his own returnIng returnIng returning return- return Ing smile Unaccountable anger filled him that him that she should be carrying people about here and there at so much a 1 mile mUe and why And what was vas it all to him he who did not even know her name My il name Is is' is Glen Truesdale he abruptly abruptly abruptly ab ab- ab- ab informed her upon one of their later Inter rides I would like to know yours fours Margaret Carstairs she replied In n mimicry This last ride down through the early starlight was waa one of enchantment enchant enchant- ment Truesdale dared hardly glance at the glowing face near his own lest lestlie he lie must tell the girl how lovely sh shwas she was vas and forever break th the charm Instinctively he knew that one one step out of his stipulated role of customer only would d be the end But how to see her under other and more promis promisIng promising ing conditions that conditions that was th the problem Then Then because because he must know more more of her he sought the sta station on agent Whom did you say she she vas was he asked casually the young Joung woman woman who drives the bus auto-bus Dont know much about em tho the agent replied Came Cache here a couple of months ago ngo and rented the old Gage place Carstairs the name Her hu husband bus bus- band bund started to run ruh the auto trips when he was called to war Then she took it up Pretty plucky Truesdale's head was swimming He stepped out into the night Her hus- hus bond and bond and he had gone gone to to war Yes It was pretty plucky And Glen Truesdale Truesdale Trues Trues- dale came back to the country town no more I The girls girl's eyes grew wistful as Wednesday Wednesday Wednesday Wed Wed- after Wednesday p passed But the haunting eyes looking back from Glens Glen's paper paper- were were mocking ones onea When business forced him again to the thA country his face whitened with fear that she would be there but when he saw her his his' heart quickened In Joyous response Speechlessly he stood gazing Into her ber reproachful face You have been away away so away so so long she said mid Disappointment was in her tone Business method seemed to have vanished When I heard of your husband husband husband hus hus- band being away at war war war- Truesdale began n. My Iy husband I cried Margaret Car Car- stairs Then she laughed They do de doget doyet get yet things mixed up h here re roo she said It is my iny brother who went to war Mother did not want me to take his place glace lace but but but- Glen Truesdale Jumped Into the seat at her side But nut Im I'm mighty glad you did he said fervently |