Ogden Daily Standard | 1914-11-17 | Page 9 | Her Machine

HER MACHINE. She sat on a bench under one of the older trees, with closed lips drink- ( ing in the glories of the setting sun. "Excuse me, ' he said, lifting his hat with his right hand while he addressed ad-dressed her with his left, "but do you happen to have such a thing on ou as a match? That ly my automobile btondlrjg there and I find myself with- out a match to light thP lamp." It was obviously but a ruse to engage en-gage her in conversation, but ho was rather a nice-looking young man, I with a three-dollar knitted necktie I and all. and she smiled as she told I him how sorry she was about having hav-ing no match "They all foil for the automobile," he murmured to himself. One thing led to another, and soon he was sitting beside her chatUng I gayly about the Latin Quarter, Hhnkcspeare's latebt play, the prevalence preva-lence of divorce and other absorbing topics. But soon it really did begin ! to darken up. "I must go," she said, and, giving him a final smile, she strode daintily to the automobile to which he had pointed as his. hopped in ami v.as lost ! in a cloud of duet, leaving him to re-I re-I fleet on the just desert which sooner or later must envelop all fo.irflushers.