Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1894-01-08
A STERN CHASE.

II was Just about this time last year. IN
Just about this time o. night, was walk
ing the mare along Broadway looking for
a job-an. to tell the truth. looking weary
an anxious for one, seein as how I'd been
out since 10 o'clock an hadn't even taken
my yard money.
was just passin Chambers street when
out OF the shadow ! sees two people who
attracted my attention. They was scud-
din along arm In arm, as II Old Nick was
after 'em, an their faces as they came into
the gaslight was ghastly white.
One. as far as / could see, for he wore q
slouch hat, an his ulster collar was turned
up, was gentleman In the late twenties or
early thirties. The other was gel Of about
20, a wearin a travelin cloak an a tweed
hat an carryin sort o. handbag. / Jest
caught sight Of her face as she stood under
the gaslight at the street corner, an al
though, as everybody knows, amt what In
called a impressionable sort o. cove, IL
gave me real thump In the chest like. Il
was such pretty face, an not on'y pret-
ty but sweet face; the lines was so deli
cate, an there was such a sad shadow over
IL, especially about the eyes. an the chin
had such daisy Of dimple on it. All,
It's all VERY we'll for you coves to say
"Cheese it," Human nature is human ma
ture, whether it's settin inside a kerride
an four or outside a bloomin shoful, an
lovely woman is the one touch o. nature as
makes the 'ole world kin, as Shakespeare
says, an you bet he knew somethink.
The male party he darts up an catches
hold of the splashboard an says, "Cabby,
can you catch the midnight train for Bos-
tonf"
Says l: "Pll have shot at It, sir. There's
no KNOWN what my little mare can do on
the pinch. Jump in."
The girl hops in like bird, an the fellow
arfter her. an as the doors swung to on them
| whistles to the mare, an flicks the whip
that | talks to her with an strokes her. but
never fiogs her with, an she was of In q
smart trot.
But just then hears somebody behind
shoutin, "Hil stop that cab" an looks
round and reins in bit. Then l says TO
my fare through the butterfly; "There's
old gent a-signalin me to stop, sir. Friend
of yourn, serposep
But my fare he says, excited like: "Drive
oni Drive ori Don't take any notice of
anybody till you get to the Grand Central.
Well, thinks l, it's no business o. mine.
My instructions is &c. G. by r." so CHR.
rups to the mare, an In hinfnitesmal
part of a second that old gent was. instead
of 10 yards, 200 in the rear.
Then begins to wonder what the little
game is, for glancin round l sees the old
gent jump into another hanson an shout,
"Overtake that cab at all hazardsi"
The driver Of that cab, strange enough,
happened to be Joe Tibbits, an Joe Tibbits
an me somehow happened to have took q
dislike to each other, principally on 40
count of our havin took a likin TO the very
same identical young woman as was just
then upper 'ousemaid in 'ouse in Lexing-
ton avenue.
Now, Joe was a chap as put on enough
side to have made billiard ball do any
think, but while didn't care fardin rush
light about i'm thinkin 'isself a lot smarter
feller than me, when it came to chippin
about 'osses, as he was very partial to, IL
kinder used to touch me on the raw, an
when he said, as IL my mare was another
color an gender, she'd "a done very well for
the undertaken line used to cop the needle
to that extent that one day we got of our
boxes In quiet street to settle our chippin
match with scrappin one, which we should
have done quiet an peaceable IL as how
long drawn copper, as was our mutual rival
In the affections Of the girl Of both Of our
hearts, hadn't appeared on the scene an
threatened to take our number as we'll a.
takin our kebs.
So when l hears Joe chyike to the old
genelman (but at mel: "All right, sir.
san waltz round that ere relic Of Old Bulls
Head" says; Can yeri Well, Wen have
a try" an gives quiet tug at the offside
rein. rs told my little mare what was want
ed of her.
never asked a question in vain. She
fourished her head as IL she was goin to
butt at brick wall; then she chucked out
her fore feet, as IL she was Paddyrisky
a-playin grand pianner, an you could hear
the music on the stones as she fooled along
over it, an the lampposts they whizzed past
as close on each other as the bullets out of
a gatlin.
Then, what with thinking about the gel
as was the boue Of contention betwixt Joe
an me, an what funny thing love was,
an haow it upset things in general an made
everythink bit brisker, all Of a sudden a.
idea flashed into my 'ead. lifts the but
terhy once again, an l says to my fare:
"That ole gents took another cab, an he's
racin of us, sir
"A fiver II you beat him, says the fellow,
an thrustin his hand through he says,
There's something Oh account"
Right you are, sir" saysL "But scuse
me-is it elopementf"
You've hit it," he says, an the gel
laughs sech pretty musical laugh too.
THAT is this young lady's scoundrel Of .
guardian, who wants to keep her fortune
an prevent her marryin me-"
says, go 1t, my beauty" an just as she
sweeps round into Madison square the mare
gives bound forward. an copper stand
Domestic Tragedy.