Modern inventions cannot cool the hot blood of youth, as young Jewel has once more proven.

This sensational young man, apparently not content with the uproar of the country for the past three days, when he was believed to be lost on the desert with his airplane, attempts one adventure too many.

When he brazenly carried off his sweetheart in his airplane he forgot to first cut the telephone wire.

That oversight cost him dear, for now he languishes in jail, while the young lady, who is under age, is being held by the sheriff-- It was sickening, because in a measure it was true, though he had never thought of emulating Lochinvar or any one else.

He had neither thought nor cared about the public and what it would think, and the blatant way in which he had been made to entertain the country at large humiliated him beyond words.
He picked up the square, white envelope tightly sealed and addressed in Mary V's straight, uncompromising chirography, turned it over, reconsidered opening it, and flipped it upon the cot.
"There was an answer expected," the jailer lingered to hint broadly.
"The young lady is waiting, and she seemed right anxious." But Johnny merely walked to the barred window and stared across at the blank wall of another building fifteen feet away, and in a moment the jailer went away and left him alone, which was what Johnny wanted most.
After a while he opened Mary V's letter and read it, scowling and biting his lips.