The Afro-American advance., 1899-10-28

automobile suddenly began to swing
round in circle.
at doesn't do 10 scream out like that,
Honora," said #Dobley, tugging' at the
handle-bar. "These things are sensi-
tive"
Suddenly ths carriage settled itself.
and after backing and shying few
times dashed ahead like bullet The
Dobleys held on for life. Dohley's face
was set and his hair waved in the breeze.
A mounted policeman galloped after
them shouting Mrs. Dobley was sob
bin. Once more carriages, horses and
pedestrians drew out of the way of the
Dobley equipage. A dog started TO
chase after il. 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. so 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 ope-5 5ng into private
park. A sign read: NO 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, clutehing 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
carriagewHy and into the road.
"Are we going home backwardP"
asked Mrs. Dobley. "0hl If it would
only stop long enough for me TO get
out before we are arrested"
But the machine jumped in the air
| twice when it reached the gate, and
then continued on its way. II 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 l know" said Dobley;
'but you can trust this mobe all right,
Honora. It's little restive to-day and
| doesn't respond to regulations, but it's
all right when you give il its head"
suppose ii doesn't stop, but just
goes ON and on" said Mrs. Dobley.
'What on earth will we do? IL you
could only turn il toward home!"
at will turn when ii is good and
ready" said Dobley. at goes better
when you humor il. Listen; it's ac-
tually chuckling and sputtering as
though it liked il. 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 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 there2 Van
Ripper is about the worst kind of a
fool know"
81 know they are laughing nt us, John
Dobley, and don't wonder! My gra-
cious! where are you going? Oh, myi"
For the automobile evidently recog-
nized its friends on the porch of the
High Tonehotel, and with a magnificent
sweepand 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 hnnsnm-N Y Sun