Show where it went it it was well ft ell after midnight and dork dark ri r i pitch when tile car stopped before before ill the farmhouse though there was no slen sign of a light the motorist inot blew and blew in the hope of tf some one finally an indistinct figure appeared at the door ind and as to the cause of the trouble where does doea this road go eo torl to bellowed the tha motorist with more vigor than politeness in hla his tone ive lived liere here seven years and so far ns as ive been able to see it halat never gone anywhere a peevish acel ah voice ns as the door slammed |