The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1899-10-19


The machine hitched violently back
ward; Their rose on its front wheels and
Kissed.
Its bucking like broncho to-day"
said Dobley. whose hair looked like an
Indians. Would you mind staying IN
and holding this bar while get out and
turn the thing around so we can get
off the avenue into a side street,"
"Ill jump out if you move" said Mrs
Dobley. why, there, it's turning beau
tifully."
'Yes, this is pleasanter street" said
Dobley in relieved way, as the auto
mobile turned like lamb and proceed
| ed decorously along the asphalt. Il
thought you'd like it better Just give
me time and I'll show you how to run
| this machine"
This is the first easy breath I've
drawn since we left the house." said
Mrs. Dobley, fixing her hat on straight.
| II wish you had your hat. You look aw-
fully queer"
"Now watch me turn according to d.
rections," said Dobley, as they reached
the drive. Reverse the brake and re-
duce the rate of speed slightly. The
carriage will answer immediately"
"Oh!" screamed Mrs. Dobley, as the
automobile suddenly began to swing
round in circle.
at doesn't do to scream out like that,
Honora," said Dobley, Juggling at the
handle-bar. "These things are sensi-
tive"
Suddenly the carriage settled itself,
and after backing and shying a few
times dashed ahead like bullet. The
Dobleys held on for life. Dobley's face
was set and his hair waved in the breeze.
A mounted policeman galloped after
them shouting. Mrs. Dobley was Sob
bling. Once more carriages, horses and
pedestrians drew out of the way of the
Dobley equipage. A dog started to
chase after it, barking loudly. The po-
liceman shouted but all in vain.
"It's-running away!" screamed Mrs.
Dobley. Help! Help!"
Its got to stop some time!" said
Dobley, between his teeth. $50 long as
folks get out of the way it doesn't mat
ter. It's exhilarating and healthy to feel
the cool air in ones face. The view is
superb from this summit. Really, Mrs.
Dobley, cannot understand what is
the matter"
| Just then the automobile saw mass
i've gateway opening into a private
park. A sign read: mo Admittance,
Private Grounds" but the automobile
didn't mind that. 1t turned daintily
in and rushed across the lawn and over
flower bed.
"Did you see that sign?" said Mrs.
Dobley, clutching her husbands arm.
'Are you mad?"
| Don't believe in signs" said Dob
ley. Besides, I'm not running this
now. It's the machine that's going.
Great Scott!"
The machine backed itself over the
lawn and flower bed, and then down the
carriageway and into the road.
"Are we going home backward ?"
asked Mrs. Dobley. "Oh! if it would
only stop long enough for me to get
out before we are arrested"
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twice when it reached the gate, and
then continued on its way. 1t began
to throw itself rakishly from side to
side, something like the way in which
a trotting horse throws out its legs.
"Where are we going now?" asked
Mrs. Dobley.
BLESSED if I know!" said Dobley;
"but you can trust this mobe all right,
Honora. It's little FESTIVE to-day and
doesn't respond to regulations, but it's
all right when you give it its head"
Suppose it doesn't stop, but just
goes on and on" said Mrs. Dobley.
what on earth will we do? If you
could only turn it toward home!'
at will turn when it is good and
ready" said Dobley. at goes better
when you humor it. Listen; it's ac-
tually chuckling and suffering as
though it liked it. There's the High
Tone hotel up there on the hill, Honora,
and, by Jove, there are the Van Rip
pers up on the piazza"
"Well, look the other way. l don't
want them to see us in this state. My
hair is coming down and I'm all spat-
tered with mud, and as for you, you
are a sight!'
"All right, Honora; just look out over
the river as though you were enjoying
the scenery and We'll squirt past. Do
you hear them laughing up there? Van
Ripper is about the worst kind of a
fool | know"
II know they are laughing at us, John
Dobley, and / don't wonder! My gra-
cious! where are you going? Oh, my!"
| For the automobile evidently recog-
nized its friends on the porch of the
High Tonehotel, and with magnificent
sweep and an extra dash of speed sprint
ed gracefully along the roadway and
stopped with a flourish at the main
door of the hotel, where the Dobleys
were greeted with shouts of joyous
laughter and some applause. They went
home in a hansom.-N. Y. Sun.