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Show Cars for Sale By RUBY DOUGLAS McCIure Newspaper Syndicate. WNU Service. rN A vacant lot adjoining a modest, vine-covered cottage, stood a number of used automobiles. They faced the street and a sign In front of them said, "Cars For Sale." An elderly woman watched the cars from the window of her cottage cot-tage and inter-C inter-C n T viewed prospective JnwRI buyers. If there j II f j mm seemed to be an op-W op-W rl J K I portunity to sell a C .. n v car sne usually d I IV I turned the inquirer over to her son, who worked as a mechanic in a nearby garage. They owned this extra lot and the boy had conceived the idea of using the space to exhibit used cars. For several days she had been observing a pretty young woman who walked slowly along the street viewing, from a distance, the row of cars. She seemed timid, uncertain. uncer-tain. At last she stopped before a pert little sedan that had taken up Its abode In the mart within 24 hours. The elderly woman raised the window of her bedroom where she was mending curtains. "Are you interested In that car, perhaps?" she asked. The young girl was startled. Then she looked up at the face In the window. "Why yes. Is there someone from whom I might get information?" "Wait Just ( minute," said the woman. ' I ''HE older woman thought she had never seen anything so fresh and pretty as this young girl. "This little car seems to be In good shape and it is very cheap," she began, opening the door and letting let-ting her young visitor see the inside. in-side. "My son tells me it has not been badly used, but that the owner wants to get rid of it for the winter and buy a larger car in the spring." "Why not get in and take a turn with me. I like the looks of the car and I'm rather keen on first appearances. appear-ances. You' trust my driving" The two started down the country street and just as they passed by the garage a young man stepped out. He stared rather rudely at the lovely companion of hii mother. 'That Is my son." said the elder woman, proudly. Her companion was silent for a moment. Then, Impulsively, she turned to speak. "It's because of the selfishness of my mother's son that I feel that I must make an effort to buy a car though I can hardly afford it You don't mind if I tell you?" The elder woman was Interested and the girl went on. "My mother sews all day for 1 living. I help her and attend to the house. My brother married last month and instead of being Just a little kind and thoughtful to mother and coming to take her out In hii car now and then he well, he finds himself too busy. Mother needs outing out-ing after sewing all day and I I thought maybe I could afford to make a purchase if I could get terms with the agent or owner." THE woman was quickly putting herself in the place of the girl'i mother, and her heart went out to the daughter who was so thoughtful. thought-ful. "I'm sura we can make arrangements arrange-ments my son knows the man wba owns this car." "Could we, perhaps, find out now?" They drove back to the garage and found the young man looking up the street as if he had been expecting ex-pecting them. "Well, mother, found a customer?" custom-er?" he asked, a trifle awkwardly. "I think so." She turned to tha girl. "Miss" "Nancy Smith," supplied the glrL The trio acknowledged the informal in-formal Introduction one to tha other. oth-er. "Miss Smith would like to get reas hihLV terms," began the mother. moth-er. "Ch. we could arrange that, I'm sure." said the son, quickly. His mother had not failed to observe ob-serve the alacrity with which ha made the decision. ' Nancy was overjoyed because at the end of the interview she found herself driving noma In the coveted sedan. During the autumn evenings she often stopped at the "Cars For Sale" lot to pick up the elderly woman who had sold her the car, and more frequently than she thought she should she found herself, her-self, with her mother, stopping In after tha drive for a cup of cotTea and a doughnut or a place of pumpkin pump-kin pie. "My son likes company, and I always al-ways keep something to eat on hand," explained the hostess. Nancy's mother and the boy's mother were not long In seeing which way the wind was blowing. The two young people were fast falling fall-ing In love. "Hut we shall continue to hold tills vacant lot," said Nancy's sweetheart, sweet-heart, now acknowledged, "because It will be something for our mothers moth-ers to do In spring and fall. I hope Uiey won't try to marry off every car purchaser. They seem pleased with us, Nancy." "1 never e-xpeated to get a bus baud wlUi a sax," laujbe U girl Great Britain now has over twro' million mechanically propelled vehicles. |