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Full Title	Chicago Ledger, v. XLIV, no. 18, Saturday, April 29, 1916.
Contributor	Ray, Mason.
Date Added	4 February 2016
Format	Newspaper
Language	English
Publish Date	1916-04-29
Publisher	Chicago, Ill. : W. D. Boyce Company
Source	Dime Novel and Popular Literature
Alternate Title	His strange task; or, When fate sat at the wheel / by Mason Ray. When fate sat at the wheel
Topic	Popular literature > Specimens. Story papers > Specimens.
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Disclaimers	Disclaimer of Liability Disclaimer of Endorsement

OCR ewes me: :- -:- On," -:- -:- Mason Ray ‘Pic 1,) Mt, . at, the Wheel [Copyright V1916 by W. D. Boyce Co.] ACK STAFFORD, auto-tester tor Zolia and ile the breeze of his mad his straw-tinted hair in wild wisps, a ' gllnted with delight as he whirred along the road like the steering wheel. wh incarnate spirit of motion. ingly mlsquoted. rich! “My kingdom for 3 car!" he (eel- "Lord, to be trying out motors tor the idle Sudden revolt against empty pockets gripped him. In sudden protest he increased his data speed. The long, low car that was halt engine darted forward along the country pike like a gray meteor, ‘ently the road narrowed between rail lences where ill-tilled tarms bordered the y hleated warning, but too late. A top-heavy d a terrined Iarm team settled to their e right were woods with a bisecting road oqrse of his life like the timber trail would devil way. At a sharp turn his horn loud] : e load of straw loomed in the way. , hauuches. reared, and plunged. At th ' he could not reach, otherwise the e have led thru monotonous shadows . ' “Devil's luck!" he gasped, and without a pause. rode down the fence at the left as it its moss-grown poles were gossamer webs. plowed a crescent. then crashed over rotting rails into the “Good old girl!" he praised the motor. Giving the machine full gas, he darted across the lan demons.‘ The madness of swift tiight tired his blood. On space, whirled about bends with horns bellowing, shot along the level, unob- scured pike, swervlng for startled teams; and, at last the speed-crazed driver came to his senses and realized that his usual test route was tuily a hundred miles to the rear. In short, Jack Stafford, penniless tryer-out of mot had virtually eloped with his b “Now we'll hike for after that-the deluge." , Forward he sped. Since he had crossed the Rubicon he'd see what was i e. the hills," he decided. "We'll be off tor a ding, and ‘ .