He stood in the doorway so I could see the bandige and would be sorry for him.  But I apeared not to notice him.

“Well?” he said.

I was silent.

“Now look here,” he went on, “I’m darned lucky to be here and not dead, young lady.  And if you are going to make a fuss, I’m going away and join the Ambulance in France.”

“They’d better not let you drive a car if they care anything about it,” I said, coldly.

“That’s it!  Go to it!  Give me the Devil, of course.  Why should you care that I have a broken arm, or almost?”

“Well,” I said, in a cutting manner, “broken bones mend themselves and do not have to be taken to a Garage, where they charge by the hour and loaf most of the time.  May I ask, if not to much trouble to inform me, whom you took out in my car last night?  Because I’d like to send her your pin.  I’d go on wearing it, but it’s to expencive.”

“Oh, very well,” he said.  He then brought out my key ring, although unable to take the keys off because of having but one hand.  “If you’re as touchy as all that, and don’t care for the real story, I’m through.  That’s all.”

I then began to feel remorceful.  I am of a forgiving Nature naturaly and could not forget that but yesterday he had been tender and loving, and had let me drive almost half the time.  I therfore said: 

“If you can explain I will listen.  But be breif.  I am in no mood for words.”

Well, the long and short of it was that I was wrong, and should not have jumped to conclusions.  Because the Gray’s house had been robbed the night before, taking all the silver and Mr. Gray’s dress suit, as well as shirts and so on, and as their chauffeur had taken one of the maids out incognito and gone over a bank, returning at seven A. M. in a hired hack, there was no way to follow the theif.  So Tom had taken my car and would have caught him, having found Mr. Gray’s trowsers on a fense, although torn, but that he ran into a tree because of going very fast and skiding.

He would have gone through the wind-shield, but that it was down.

I was by that time mollafied and sorry I had been so angry, especialy as Tom said: 

“Father ofered a hundred dollars reward for his capture, and as you have been adviseing me to save money, I went after the hundred.”

At this thought, that my fiancee had endangered his hand and the rest of his person in order to acquire money for our ultamate marriage, my anger died.

I therfore submitted to an embrase, and washed the car, which was covered with mud, as Tom had but one hand and that holding a cigarette.

Now and then, Dear Reader, when not to much worried with finances, I look back and recall those halycon days when Love had its place in my life, filling it to the exclusion of even suficient food, and rendering me immune to the questions of my Familey, who wanted to know how I spent my time.