Judge — January 1, 1916 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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But I shall stick fast and try to steer the car backwards down the hill, and save it from being smashed to smithereens on one of those stone walls. That is, I shall risk my life and stick fast ry me, Otherw ive thousand, and—you. Now’s your chance. Jump! It’s perfectly safe. Jump, Alicia, or I'll push you!” “What’s the use?” she asked, as the car stopped and hung poised for a bare second. “I love you, Alonzo, and either way I lose you. If you get out now we can’t afford to be married, and if you stay in you'll probably be kille No, Alonzo, I shall stay in the car, and cast my fate with yours. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you loved me—this way—before? Then we wouldn’t have had to come to a house party at Billy Acker’s to see each other, and we wouldn’t have been out in his new French car.” “Oh, dear! I only wish I had! Isn’t it perfectly awful—going down hill so fast backwards?” “We are going rather fast. But the steering gear is in fine shape and I can see the road splendidly in this mirror. Did you honestly mean it, Alicia, when you said that you loved me?” “My teeth chatter so I can’t answer.” And her teeth did chatter. “Do you lore me? “YES.” “And you'll marry me?” “If we come out of this alive “You won't go back on me lived?” “No!” She shricked. “Oh, I thought we'd upset! must those people on that bungalow piazza think of us?” She shricked again. ‘Here comes a car behind us—towards us! We'll telescope backwards! There'll be a collision!” A tense pause. “How cleverly you steered by them, Alonzo, dear.” ‘ou most abandoned flirt that ever What IT’S ON THE WAY Mocie director—That's right, show surprise. Now get some action—plenty of action ! all ~ Z2 Goodness, how the race has improved! You or I could never get into that!” “ Alicia, you will marry me? “L've said yes! Thank Heaven we are beginning to go back- wards up hi ast!” “Name the date. “Oh, dear, I can’t think—now!” “NAM he date! The twenty-third and a half of next June.” “Be serious!” “Tam. We'll be ‘married at high noon; and at high noon one half of a day is gone.” “And you'll abide by the twenty-third and a half of June—no matter what happens?” “Alonzo, if we are blown to atoms on that stone wall, what is left of me will marry what is left of you.” “We'll announce our engagement to the house party—when we get back?” “Tf we get back! Although, of course, in time we'll lose our momentum, and the car will eventually stop in the hollow between these two immensely high hills. Alonzo!” she cried accusingly. “When we were at the top of the hill, before we began to go backwards, why on earth didn’t you think to steer the car into the side of the road and stop it?” Alonzo laughed loud and long. “I was afraid that you would wake up long before this,” he said. There wasagrinding sound, and suddenly, in its swift backward course up hill, the car came to a dead halt. “Alonzo! The brake wasn’t broken at comicbooks.com