Evening Star Newspaper, March 6, 1935, Page 28

B—10 EERING ahead into the night § fog, MaryS Smith gripped the ‘wheel as tightly as though the new Triplex were doing its guaranteed 90 an hour instead of -—10. Which, after all, was no more in- congruous than for a sensible young wife like Mary to be exchanging her safe seashore cot- tage and the kind- est husband in the world for the doubtful security of a mountain “studio” and Nicky | Karpen. In short, running away. But Mary was too busy at the moment to weigh all the possible re- sults of such reck- lessness. She would have steered quite as tensely in daylight. Fact was she knew practically nothing about driv- ing a car. This, of course, was Henry's fault. Because no one ever wanted to drive a car worse than Mary Smith. And no one did, her husband frequently said. Just the same, it was a small thing to quarrel over—the mere driving of | a car. Except for Henry's ill-timed reference to a nurse, Mary might never have permitted herself to dwell dan- gerously on Nicky’s significant remark at her wedding six months before. “Remember, old dear, my little place 1n the hills is always waiting, if any- thing should happen.” And she had smiled back at his dark, handsome face. She couldn’t help it. Nicky was that sort. And now something had happened. This morning at breakfast. Henry was going to Ferndale, six miles down the wooded road, to catch a train for the city. Ordinarily he would have used the new Triplex, parking it at the suburban station | until his return on. the 9:03. But several new cars had been stolen re- | cently from beneath the very noses of the village police. As a result he | determined to leave the Triplex home and accept a neighboring cottager’s | lift as far as the village. “T'll meet you at the 9:03,” Mary | had teased on an impulse. “Mary,” he burst out in a tone | which brought a flush to her cheeks, “youre not to touch that car while I'm away!” ‘ | “I think youre ridiculous! All I need is practice—" A honk sounded outside the cottage. | “What you need,” he flung back | heatedly, “is a nurse!” i All day she moved about the cot- | tage in a sort of trance, crystallizing | her purpose. Heaven knew that Nicky Karpen was no angel for all his subtle | charm. But at least he wouldn't insist on driving her crazy with pro- | tection. He'd never tell her that she | needed a nurse. | Darkness found her staring out| through the gathering fog at the road 1 Henry had taken to Ferndale. The | same, she remembered with a tingle, | which led to route 63 into the hills— | “if anything should happen!” | The Triplex lumbered out of a last | grotesque skid and crawled toward | blobs of light which marked Fern- | dale’s railroad station. Not until she | pulled up beneath one of them to get | Ter bearings for route 63 did she re- | alize that she hadn’t eaten since | breakfast. No wonder those 30 miles | of night ahead seemed beyond her | strength. | The result w DAILY SHORT STORY- MARITAL TREK No One Wanted to Drive a Car Worse Than Mary, and No One Did, According to Her Husband. BY LYMAN ANSON. | one. She glanced at her wrist watch. Only 8:50. Henry's train wasn't due; till 9:03. Rolling up both windows, she slammed the car door behind her’ and entered the station lunch room, relieved to| find it deserted ex- cept for a couple of village police officers off duty. Two cups of black coffee worked won- ders on Mary's nerves. Emerging, she groped eagerly through the fog and started to open the car door. But the handle stuck. She caught her breath; then laughed and felt in her raincoat pock- et for the key. Suddenly the horrible truth sent ghastly chills down her spine. She'd left her key in the ignition! She tore around to the other door. That, too, had been locked automati- cally. If only she could open one of the windows and reach the catch inside. There was no time to hunt a garage in this fog. Henry’s train would pull in any minute now. She ripped off one slipper and tapped the glass timidly. But, when | as terrific. she stopped in dismay at the noise she | was making a distant locomotive | whistle came clearly through the fog. | Desperate, she drew back and | whacked with all her strength. The result was terrific. Even before the last bit of glass had tinkled to the| pavement she was reaching through the jagged hole, fumbling feverishly for the catch inside . . . “A woman, by gosh! She whirled to discover a huge form bulked against her on either side. “The key was in the ignition,” she explained, shrinkingly, to the two of- | ficers who had stumbled out at the crash. “No use, sister. The jig's up,” said “What do you mean? It's my car.”| “Tell it to the chief. And no use| making a scene just when the nine- three gets in.” Henry’s train. Frightened tears welled into her eyes and spilled over, while the local ground to a stop with sparking brakes. “Quick, now. D'y’ want we should drag ya>” A jumble of late commuters were piling off not 15 feet away. Sud- denly one face loomed out of the fog, safe and rugged as Gibraltar. “Henry!” she shrieked. Masculine apologies—the passing of a $10 bill. Amazing how easily Henry always straightened things out! She couldn't imagine Nicky Karpen— ! She roused from a tense silence as Henry drove her homeward through the fog. “I—I guess I do need a nurse,” she admitted, with a groan. “I'm thankful you don’t need & couple of doctors,” he answered se- verely, but softened. “It wasn't your fault, though, Hon. Anybody might have picked the wrong car in a fog like this.” “But no one else in the world,” she insisted, nestling closer, “would have gone and picked their old police car.” | (Copyright. 1935.) | Tomorrow: “Style Show,” by Eliot | Oaks, tells what one woman did for new clothes when misfortune hit the | family purse. | HEALTH TALK AT “Y” The first of a series of free lectures on public health problems, to be pre- sented by local physicians under the auspices of the department of physi- cal education of the Young Men’s Christian Association, will be given tomorrow at 8 p.m. in the auditorium of the Central Y. M. C. A. Building, Eighteenth and G streets. Dr. Joseph Horgan will discuss “Common Surgi- cal Emergencies.” Other speakers and their topics in this series will be: Dr. Earl R. Tem- pleton, “What About Your Heart?"”; Dr. G. Victor Simpson, “Progress in the Care of the Eye,” and Dr. William | P. Herbst, “Recent Advances in the | ‘Treatment of Genito-Urinary Dis- | eases.” Coughs Relieved Right Away You want prompt relief. Hall’s Expectorant quiets coughs due to | colds amazingly quick. Soothes | and heals irritated membranes. Special ingredients warm throat and chest and make you feel many times better. A cough, due to a | cold, is Nature’s warning of danger ahead. Take no needless chances. Get a bottle of sooth- ‘ng Hall’'s Expectorant today. Halliexvecrorant AT ALL DRUG STORES 35¢, 60c and $1 ‘\ | flexible aluminum bone GAS LIGHT CO ® GEORGETOWN GAS LIGHT CO THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. 7th, 8th and E Sts. 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