HATE OF THE MOTOR.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXIX, Issue 3333, 27 September 1911, Page 5

HATE OF THE MOTOR.

FRENCH PEASANT CURED EFFECTIVELY.

Three motor heroes started from Dijon (France). They were a painter, a lawver, and a doctor. The doctor was at the wheel. The ride was to be to Chalons, some fifty miles away, in the cool of the evening. The painter was smoking his pipe and the lawyer a cigar inside the automobile. They were very comfortable, and all three were enjoying the ride. Suddenly the brakes were put on, sparks flew from the flinty road, and the oar came to a sudden stop. “What is l the matter?” inquired the friends at the back. “Look at that brute there,” exclaimed the doctor. “He hit me with a stone as big as your fist.” The doctor was rubbing his stomach with pain. A man at the roadside was running away and shouting insults at the motorists. They took in the situation at once. He was a peasant who bated automobiles and flung stones at the drivers. In an instant the painter and the lawyer made up their minds. They ran after the man, and- brought him to bay near a ditch. He threatened them with stones, which he held in each hand. The painter took out a good-sized revolver, pointed it at him, and said: “Now you drop those stones.” The peasant cowed down and dropped the stones, so. the two friends then said : “Now we will teach you a lesson.” They marched him back -to the automobile, made him get in ,and drove him on thirty miles. _ Then they put him on the road again, and t-old him to walk home. “Thirty miles of a walk by a clear night will do you good,” they said. To make sure that he would: walk, they took his old silver watch, his knife, his vest and coat, and everything he had, and sent the articles back to the village by parcel post the next morning.