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Woman's home companion
Vol. LXIV, No. 6 (1937)

Weston, George
That's love - part I,   pp. 24-27 PDF (2.7 MB)

Page 24

"Can't I take you over?" she asked.
"It seems the least I can do"
"SO you needn't wonder if I speak about it now and
then," continued David. "Here I've been expecting
to receive-oh, anywhere from a quarter to half a
million dollars. And instead of that, what do I get? I
get a check for six hundred-"
"Six hundred and twelve dollars and sixty cents-"
The judge gravely nodded again.
"And the only other thing I get is a new plane which
I can't fly and on which no payments have yet been
made. "
"But which the factory has agreed to take back if
we don't find a purchaser this morning. And the
superintendent of the airport said that if we get there
at half-past ten-"
A sudden cry from the disappointed young legatee
at the wheel interrupted him:
"Hold tight!"
FOR the last half minute, perhaps because of a
certain powerful concentration which may have ex-
tended to his feet, David had been pressing hard upon
the accelerator. As a result, the red arrow of the speed-
ometer had first pointed to a fluttering 60-then 65
-70. Coming toward them from the opposite di-
rection was a gargantuan truck filled with crushed
stone. And just as David swung slightly to the right
in order to give this approaching monster as much
room as he could, a girl, driving a roadster, came
sweeping toward him from behind the truck.
David threw on both his brakes but the roadster
\Nas so near that he knew he couldn't stop in time to
avoid a crash. He glanced at the truck but could find
no escape in that direction. And then he glanced at
the girl and his problem deepened-she looked so
slight, so small, as she stared at him through her wind-
shield with a horror-stricken expression while she
struggled with her hand brake, vainly trying to check
her speed so she could get in back of tne truck again.
"Fool kid!" groaned David.
And seeing no help for it, he swung sharply off the
concrete, rocketed over a shallow gutter and just man-
aged to squeeze between two budding maples. Beyond
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AT F-ITHE moment \\hen unr tr1 open, 1aJ
0Vabout sixty seconds befOrc the accident took
place-a powerful-looking coupe was rolling along a
highway on Long Island not more than twenty miles
from Times Square in New York.
It was in the spring of the year.
Two men were in that coup6-one young, the other
The old man was Judge Brown, one of the executors
of the will of Frank Dolbeare, who had not only been
noted as a flyer and inventor of aeronautical instru-
ments, but also for his wit and the surprising dramatic
quality of his practical jokes. Six months before, how-
ever, while testing a ground detector in a fog, the east
flank of the Alleghenies had suddenly loomed in front
of his propeller-a surprise more dramatic, more over-
whelming than any which he had ever arranged him-
A few days later when his will was read, it was
found that he had left everything to young David
Dolheare, one of his nephews. David DoIlbearc was
the       11c11o   in the coupi2 .and it the ml-
mIent \\hen our story opens J udgc Brmn was
earnestly talking and David (at the wheel) was
earnestly frowning at the roadway lying ahead.
"The thing which surprised me, of course, more
than anything else," the judge was saying, "was the
small size of your uncle's estate. I had always under-
stood that he was very well off-'
"He was!'' interrupted David.
"Once, yes,- thoughtfully nodded the judge, "but
not long before he died, the bank called his loans and
so far as I can discover, he had to sell practically
everything he owned."
"Of course, for that matter, he needn't have left me
anything," David said, "but he had always given me
to understand that I needn't worry about the future.
Why, Judge, whenever he visited New York he would
often spend more in a week than the amount of that
check which you gave me this morning."
"I know," gravely nolded the judge-yet smiling
too in his serious way.
the trees was an old wire fence and, striking one of its
ancient posts in the middle, the coup6 shot into a
meadow-a field, unfortunately, with a brook not far
from the road.
By a miracle David escaped the brook, but the sur-
rounding sod was boggy and treacherous. For a few
more breathless moments he managed to keep the car
under control. But then the wheels on the side of the
brook suddenly broke through the turf, and the next
moment the coup6 was on its side-its upper wheels
still turning.
The first sign of life from the reclining coup6 was a
man's hand groping through the open window-a
window which a minute before had been a side window,
but now\ was on top, like a wide-open skylight on a
small flat roof.
Next appeared the head and shoulders of Judge

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