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MUTT AND JEFF

WELL, I'LL BE

LOOKS LIKE JEFF BOUGHT,

HIMSELF ANOTHER NEW

CARI

THAT'S NOT A BAD LOOKING CRATE, JEFF! WHEN DID YOU GET

17?

YESTERDAY!

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THE DAILY SHORT STORY

LUCKY LADY

Mrs. Harris glanced at her watch as always sartastic when' she kept him she came out of Betty's Beauty Salon waiting ILON Three-thirty. A frown crossed her There was only one course open. To face. She had promised John she would return to Philadelphia. There was a be home at 4 so they would Have ample, bare possibility that, whoever owned time to return to town to meet the this car- wouldn't have come looking McGregors for dinner and the theatre, for it and that her own car would be Dearborn was thirty miles north of parked in the space behind the beauty Philadelphia: She'd never be able to salon. make it.

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The car was parked in the space be- hind the building where the salon was located. Pedestrians and motorists alike glared at her as she shot out into the traffic. There was, of course, the chance that, once she got out of the city, she could gain time by speeding. A ten-minute wait wouldn't make John too mad. At fifteen he usually began pacing the floor. At twenty he most always, swore under his breath. At twenty-five he began making vows and 'threats. At thirty-well, at thirty, John was hard to get along with.

Mrs. Harris brakes screamed as she stopped barely in time to avoid crash- ing into a truck. No sense to this, she told herself grimly. An accident or being arrested would make matters

worse.

It was Saturday. The traffic was heavy. By the time she reached open country it was twelve minutes to four. And still more than fifteen miles to

go!

›

Mrs. Harris made a U túrn and started back toward Philadelphia. Without realizing it she sent the spec- dometer needle up beyond sixty, Her mind raced even faster. How would she explain to John? What if John got so mad he refused to let her have the new fur coat he had promised? That would be like him. Suppose she were arrested? Would they believe her story?

From..

Suddenly her blood froze." behind came the high-pitched scream of a siren. She glanced into the rear view mirror. A motorcycle policeman was rounding a curve in hot pursuit. A resigned feeling took possession of her. What was the use? No sense in trying to escape,Only make mat- ters worse.

She stopped. The motorcycle poli- ceman swung im ahead, dismounted, walked back, shoving up his goggles.

"This your car, lady?" “Why-I—” Mrs Harris almost col-

By Stanley Cordell

I saw

Mrs. Harris wanted a cigarette lapsed, “No, it isn't," she began de- badly, but she decided against taking sperately. Mine was stolen. time to open the glove compartment the their take it. I-I commandeered and getting one out Instead, she this car to gige chase. The theif got bore down on the accelerator. The away. Oh, won't you please catch him small car responded, but it didn't leap for me?""

as she expected it to. This was ar-

realizing

noying. Mrs. Harris liked to have her She stopped, breathless, cars leap. She decided something was how silly she must have sounded, feel- wrong. Well, John would have to ing like a fool. take care of it. After all, John did use the car once in awhile.

The speedometer needle crept, up to fifty, to fifty-five, and stayed there. There was still a good deal of traffic, but not enough to bother. It was exact ly 4 o'clock when she reached! Haines-

ville, eight miles this side of Dearborn, Mrs. Harris sighed. It wasn't going to be too bad. She opened, they glove compartment and rummaged for her cigarettes. But there weren't any cigarettes. The glove compartment, in fact, was empty!

"yeah?" said the cop, looking at her curiously "Well, lady, set your mind at rest. You don't need to Worry no more."

Do you have to be sarcastic?" Mrs. Harris said. That, too, sounded in- adequate, and for the life of her she couldn't think why she had said it.

*

The Uncer scratched his head. “By golly, lady, you don't know how lucky you are." "

✔

Mrs. Harris opened her mouth to re- ply but just then an automobile drove

man.

י.

Mrs. Harris stopped abruptly. She up alongside, and a man said: "Well, looked into the glove compartment. Mrs. Harris gasped. The man was well, well" in a moat sacrastic tone. There was a small tag near the front. On the tag was a name. No address him eat a little be-spectacled gentle- John. He was driving her car. Beside Mrs. Harris looked around Sho noticed a nick in the steering wheel. that hadn't been there before. She Both men got out John said: "Jane, poticed a grease smudge on the dash get out and give Mr. Boynton back his board.

This vehicle here, is the one A cold, sickening fear gripped: Ther. This wasn't her car! She had you belong in. Thanks, officer, for

catching her for me. "Mr." taken someone else's by mistake: -- An-

Boynton, other car that looked exactly like hers, when you realized you had taken the you were smart to call at the house same model, same colour, same inake, wrong car. Hope we haven't incon- No wonder it hadn't leaped!

venienced you any. Come, Janie, we must get on to Philadelphia. You know how you hate to keep people waiting "

For a moment Mrs. Harris sat frozen with horror.

All sorts of hideous thoughts tormented her. Suppose she were arrested and charged with being

Mrs. Harris was so relieved she felt she could stand, hearing about

any- thing. John might have to say, but

a car thief? Suppe she were sent before they reached Philadelphia she

to jail? A shudder ran through was almost ready to retract that state- Cher. She thought of iJohn, John ment.

would be able to fix things. John would only be sarcastic.

But, no, (Copyright, 1949, By The Associated

He was Newspapers.)