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Show Sure Enough, It Was Annlo. Los Angeles Graphic. I toll the tale as 'twas told to me! My friends ' were heading cityward on the Vernon road. No; they had not been out to tlfo Baron's. Their tastes do not run In that direction, nor have they any Vulgar curiosity. One of tho party spied a woman lying Inert by the side of tho speedway. Tho car was brought to a hasty halt and they ran back to Investigate. She was not dead as ffrst feared, but her breathing was of such a character as to cause alarm. Thoy lifted the flaccid body Into tho tonneau and put on extra speed to reach the city and emergency hospital. Their gait, however, was suspiciously oVer the limit and a motorcycle sleuth gave thorn tho high sign to stop. Whon ho overhauled them they told their story and pointed to tho unconscious passenger. To their amazement and disgust their Samarltanlstlc recital met with a cynical reception. "Tell It to tho police judge," was tho scornful remark of tho Man Who Had Heard Them All Before. "It's good, but not for me." My friends indignantly protested. The Wearied One grinned unsym pathetically. "That'll do," ho waived, suppressing a yawn; "tomorrow morn-ln morn-ln at 10:30" but ho was not allowed to finish. "Now, seo hero, officer, you can go plump to thunder," exclaimed the spokesman, now thoroughly angry only ho didn't say "thunder." Wo aro tolling tho truth and if you'll rldo . ulong a ways, wo may catch up with tho machine that has tipped her out," pointing to tho woman. My friend's quiet earnestness caused a change of front Tho policeman suddenly becamo respectful. "All right, firo away," ho consented, and tho auto cranked up. In ton minutes or so a lurohing car ahead was slght-od slght-od and tho rescuors drew alongside In it wore two mon and a woman. All throe wore flushed and half stupid with drink. Tho chauffeur wa3 in like condition. "Say, have you people lost anything?" any-thing?" was bawled across to them. Ono of tho party feebly shook his hoad. Tho chauffour slowed down. All four began to look about them. Then my friends produced their find, still broathing stontorously. "My G d! It's Annie!" was tho frightened ejaculation. Sho was transshipped. Tho officer apologized and tho Good Samaritans hiked homo-ward. |