The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-01-18

tongue, and he bided the moment when
his anger could fall upon the heads of
that pair of children.
He found his wife convulsve and in
tears.
Where's Lizzie?"
And then she burst forth: ooh
John-John-they've run away-I know
they have. They drove by here not
three minutes ago. They must have
done it on purpose to bid me good-by,
for Lizzie waved her hand sadlike, and
then, before / could get out to ask
where they We're going or what, Frank
whipped up the horse and they We're
gone"
Stmson gave vent to dreadful roar.
Get my revolver-get hack-get my
revolver, d, do you hear-what the
devl'-his voice became incoherent in
u cahotic rage.
He had always ordered his wife about
as II she We're battalion Of infantry,
and despite her misery, the training of
years caused her to spring mechanic
ably to obey. but suddenly she turned
to him shrill appeal.
"Oh, John-not-the revolver"
"Confound it, let go of me-" he roared
again and shook her from him.
He ran hatless upon the street. There
was a multitude of hacks at the sum-
mer resort but it was ages to him be-
fore he could find one. Then he charged
it like a bull. up town." he yelled, as
he tumbled into the rear seat. The
hackman thought of severed arteries
and broken bones. His galloping horse
distaneed a large number of citizens
who had been running to find what
caused such contortions by the little
hatless man.
1t CHANGED as the bouncing hack
went along near the lake. Stimson
gazed across the calm, gray eXpanse
and recognized color in a bonnet and
a poise of head. A buggy was trav-
cling along highway that led to Sor-
rington. Stimson beloved: There
there-there they are-in that buggy"
The hackman became inspired with
the full knowledge of the situation.
He struck his horse a delirious blow
with the whip. His mouth expanded
in grin of excitement and joy. 1t
came to pass that this old vehicle, with
its drowsy horse and its dusty-eyed and
tranquil driver, seemed all suddenly to
awaken, to become animated and fleet.
The horse ceased to ruminate on his
state, his air of reflection vanished. He
became intent upon his gait and spread
his aged legs in quaint and ridiculous
devices for speed. The driver, his eyes
shining. sat critically in his seat. He
tyl,. al, of rat in -
machine down before him. He re-
sembled an engineer. He used the
whip with judgment and deliberatiOn
as the engineer would have used coal
or OIL The horse clacked swiftly upon
the macadam, the wheels hummed, the
body of the vehicle wheezed and
groaned.
Stimson in the rear seat, was erect
in that impassive attitude that comes
sometimes to the furious man when
he is obliged to leave the battle to
others. Frequently, however, the tenn
pest in his breast came to his face
and he howled: Go it-go it-you're
gaining; pound i'm; thump the life out
of i'm; hit i'm hard. you fool" His
hand grasped the rod that supported
the Garage top and it was clenched so
that the nails were family blue.
Ahead that other carriage had been
flying with speed, as from realization
of the menace in the rear. 1t bowled
away rapidly, drawn by the eager
spirit of young and modern horse.
Stimson coul see the buggy-top bob
blng. bobbing. That little pane, like
an eye, was derision to him. Once NE
leaned forward and bawled angry SEN
| tences. He began to feel impotent
his whole expedition was the tottering
of an old man upon the trail of birds
A sense Of age made him choke again
with wrath. That other vehicle, that
was youth, with youths pace, it was
swlft-hying with the hope of dreams