. The Saturday evening post. ens of thevillas bordering the lake that the third tire exploded like abomb. Upon the noise of it the pale girl in the back of thecar carried a quick involuntary hand to her heart and thebig gray man be-side her exclaimedin rasping rabbit-facedchauffeur lumped ashoulder defen-sively and drew thecar up at the side ofthe road. It is the heat,he said plaintively,turning deprecat-ing, uneasy eyes onhis employer as heprepared to de-scend from his now I mustmend it; I have nomore spares. The big manmade a small im-patient long will ittake?
. The Saturday evening post. ens of thevillas bordering the lake that the third tire exploded like abomb. Upon the noise of it the pale girl in the back of thecar carried a quick involuntary hand to her heart and thebig gray man be-side her exclaimedin rasping rabbit-facedchauffeur lumped ashoulder defen-sively and drew thecar up at the side ofthe road. It is the heat,he said plaintively,turning deprecat-ing, uneasy eyes onhis employer as heprepared to de-scend from his now I mustmend it; I have nomore spares. The big manmade a small im-patient long will ittake? he de-manded. The chauffeurshrugged with out-spread palms. Half an hour-forty minutes, hesuggested hope-fully. If msieurand mademoisellewould care to walka little—there areseats in the shadeof the trees far-ther on. What dyouthink about it,Cecil? The bigman bent to thegirl at his side. Would you like toget out for a littlewhile; or is it toohot for you? The very dust ofthe road was aglow ILLUSTRATED BYARTHUR WILLIAM BROWN. with the sun blaze, and the stillsurface of the lake beyond the gar-dens shimmered with the heathaze. It was the afternoon of sucha day as visits Switzerland once oitwice in a summer, when the sun-shine stands between the hills likideep water, and the air is quellecand stagnant with heat. The giiraised her head slowly, as if with aieffort, and seemed to sigh faintlyShe was perhaps twenty-two year;of age, little and slight; her attitude as she leaned back in the wid 11 av>rstt 2 If, No Mr. Hall. I Don ! Want Your Million and I Do Want My House r il seat, beside the robusbulk of the man whleaned over her, enhanced her effect ofdelicate fragility. Thface she lifted to thglare of the sun wa |wan with an invalipallor; she might havbeen ghostly but fortouch of auburn lusttin her fair hair and tquiet life in her dareyes. Yes, she atswered. Id like 1get out for a little. Right! said tlbig man cheerily, arflung open the doorthe tonneau. Get (with it, he bad
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