HIS TROUBLE.

Waikato Independent, Volume VII, Issue 466, 30 January 1908, Page 6

HIS TROUBLE.

A small quiet-looking-man, smoking a large cigar, sat by the side of a mediumsized motor that was drawn out of the road as a large touring car came along, driven by a man with an interrogatory aspect. The man in the touring-car slowed up and leaned over. “ How-long you been here ? ” About two hours.” “ Can’t you find out what the matter is ?” “ No.” “Inlet-valve all right? ” “ Yes.” “Trouble with spark-plug ? ” “ Think not.” “ How are your batteries ? ” “OX” “ Havn’t got a short-circuit, have you ? ” “ Oh, no.” “ How’s your commutator ? ” “ Great.” “ Perhaps your worm-gear is clogged ? ” “No—all clear.” “ Got any gasoline in your tank ?” “ Plenty.” “ How about your circulation ; cylinder isn’t bound, is it ?” “ No, sir.” “Tires seem all right?” “ Never better.” “ Well, maybe your vibrator isn’t adjusted.” “ That’s all right.” “Have you looked at your carbureter?” “ Yes.” “ How about the cam-shaft ?” “ Grand.” “Have you tightened your connectingrods, examined your clutches, and gone over the differentials ?” “ Yes—yes.” The man in the touring-car paused a moment, and then, looking at the stranger by the roadside, said at last: “ Would you mind telling me, sir, just what’s the matter with that machine of yours ?” In answer the man pointed to a large red farmhouse in the distance and asked : “ See that house out there ?” “ Yes,” “ Well, sir, there isn’t anything the matter with this machine, but since noon my wife has been in that house kissing her sister’s first baby good-bye. When she gets through, if you are not over a thousand miles away, and will leave your address, I will telegraph or cable you the glad news of our arrival home at my own expense.”—Collier’s Weekly.