Life — June 7, 1906 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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But I'm coming right up and I'll tell you.” In another hour Dimpleton appeared, walking. He waved his hand bravely to his wife. “Well, dear, how is it ?”” “Pretty bad. I’m afraid I’m stuck.” “Ttold you so.” “Now, don’t say that. Don’t rub it in. It's too bad, of course. But there's no use in regretting it.” | “What is the matter?” Dimpleton smiled feebly. “It might be better,” he said, “to ask what isn’t the matter. Everything is the matter. In the first place, Mr. Trundle says two cylinders are cracked. That is to say, you start the thing up and it goes splendidly on the floor—but the moment you put it on the road and the machinery gets heated, why, the |cracks widen, there's no compression and, of course, no power. ‘That's the | trouble I found. The engine was racing like mad, but we weren’t going ahead | any—and as for hills, oh, my!” “But you can get new cylinders.” “Oh, sure! I can get a new machine. That’s only one thing, my dear. The bearings are worn out. The differentials are practically gone. The pistons are no good, and those beautiful tires, which I thought were brand new, were only faced, or reinforced, or whatever they call it, with new rubber, and are practi- cally worthless. As Mr. Trundle says, I was an easy mark.” = | suspected it. “T know you did. But”—— Dimpleton rose witha bright smile. ‘Never mind, my dear. It’s all in a lifetime. I'll get rid of it at the best figure I can and let it go at that. I ought to be able to sell it for almost what I paid for it, | less the commission.” “Why didn’t you come home in it—was it so bad as that?” Dimpleton looked sheepish. “Fact is,” he said, “1 may as well confess that I had a slight accident. I broke the shaft.” | “Serious?” | “Well, rather. Now, the whole thing will have to be taken down.” | “That will be an expense.” “Mr. Trundle will give me an estimate.” “Why not get rid of it as it is?” | “Precisely what I’m going to do, if I can.” The next day Dimpleton presented himself at the garage where he had bought the machine. He was pretty mad, but kept his temper. He explained the situation. “Tm afraid I’ve been stuck,” he said, mildly. The manager shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry,” he said. “Of course, we cannot guarantee any second-hand ma chine. All I can say is that when it left here it was all right. You are an | amateur?” Yes." The manager shrugged his shoulders again. “You can ruin the best machine in a couple of hours. The water in the radiator may have been out. The oil may not have been running—possibly there was no oil. You admit you know practically nothing—you say you have been trying the machine all one aftemoon. What happened then—who knows?” The manager leaned over confidentially, while he shrugged his shoulders for the third time. “Only God knows,” he muttered, hoarsely. “That's alt right,” said Dimpleton, impatiently. ‘I didn’t come here to raise a row. I know when I’m beaten, and I’m not the man to squeal. I want to know if you'll take the machine back and what you'll give me for her.” “Can I interest you in another one? Now here’s” —— “Excuse me—no, thank you!” ‘one wor clep goin not sen¢ comicbooks.com