. The Saturday evening post. s on the top, he reasoned, and a newerstratum is underneath, may it not safely be deduced thatsome part of this mountain is upside down? Ah, yes! Andwhat a mighty force of nature it must have been to tipAurora over! What a moment to witness in the history ofthe earth! Whereupon he polished his horn spectacles with a singu-lar air of satisfaction and started down the slope wa» then that he noticed the conduct of the car ahead. First it veered to the right and then to the left, lurchingfrom one side of the road to the other as though bent upondestruction, bu
. The Saturday evening post. s on the top, he reasoned, and a newerstratum is underneath, may it not safely be deduced thatsome part of this mountain is upside down? Ah, yes! Andwhat a mighty force of nature it must have been to tipAurora over! What a moment to witness in the history ofthe earth! Whereupon he polished his horn spectacles with a singu-lar air of satisfaction and started down the slope wa» then that he noticed the conduct of the car ahead. First it veered to the right and then to the left, lurchingfrom one side of the road to the other as though bent upondestruction, but always checking itself upon the brink ofdisaster and heading back for the center of the highway. Something must be radically wrong with his steeringgear, thought the young professor. It is unbelievablethat he does not stop—ah, yes, I thought he would! A break in the side of the mountain formed a bay in theroad, and in this shelter the car ahead came to a tremulousstop. The professor almost came to a stop, about to offer. Marlon, He Said, i — I Want to Tell You — Love You, Marlon. Please Dont be Jlngry, Dear his services, but it only needed a single glance to see thecause of the trouble. On the back seat of the other car wasa pair of suitcases, shining with newness, and on the frontseat was a pair of newly weds, shining with newness, too,and acting quite in the immemorial manner. Poor things—its all they know! thought the youngPetrified Man as he hastily stepped upon his accelerator. Well, after all, thats his life. He will wake up some day,and then it may be too late. At the foot of the mountain he found a grove of pines bythe side of the road. Six oclock, he thought. I think I will camp the slope of the land I cannot be far from water. He backed his car off the road, and there he sat for awhile, going over his notes for the day while the light was still good, but keeping one eye on the road for the car whichhad fooled him so. Thank heaven that
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