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


the door with dash in his red-wheeled
automobile, and after convulsive start
it settled at the curb. Mrs. Dobley
beckoned TO her husband from the up
per window.
Il can't leave the carriage" he said,
calling up from the street.
Cant you hitch it up?" she asked.
won't it stand quiet?"
"My dear, this isn't lady's horse"
said Dobley, nervously, looking at his
watch. Its only regulated to stand
for 20 minutes. They've set 1t at the
stable. So hurry down. 1t might start
; without u.s."
When Mrs. Dobley came out there was
an admiring crowd around the machine
and all the windows in the block had a
group of eager faces.
II am dreadfully nervous" said Mrs.
Dobley, backing off from the machine.
which had begun to vibrate and sput-
ter. That's what wanted to tell"
Get in quickly or the BANKED thing'll
start" aaid Dobley, hustling his wife
in and falling in after her just as the
| carriage roared and started forward
with snort.
Oil" cried Mrs. Dobley, Selling her
husbands arm, ''let me get out; it will
tip, sure. Don't go so fast!"
'Sit perfectly still, Mrs. Dobley, and
let go my arm. want free hand for
this operating brake. But don't over
balance this side in that way. You have
to be careful with these things as with
a rowboat. One move too much one
way"
| Just then the machine lurched up
| toward q lamp post and then seemed to
change its mind and rush in zigzag
| fashion down the street.
at seems to be Waiting" said Mrs.
Dobley. Look out for this funeral
coming up. It's unlucky to meet flu
neral. / know well be killed"
Nonsense, Mrs. Dobley," said Dob
ley, tuggiGg violently at the brake. II
understand this thing, remember. /
am not going to do any stunts to show
off. like nice, steady gait"
| "Then, for gracious sake, why don't
you get into it?" said Mrs. Dobley,
catching her breath as the vehicle just
escaped one of the funeral coaches.
81 will slow up presently" said Dob
| ley, who was out of breath himself.
Don't make me nervous while / have
this brake in my hand. 1t always acts
this way when it meets anything on the
road Gets kind of balky."
Il should say-it-does," said Mrs.
Dobley, holding ON with both hands.
| I'm scared to death. Now it's wab-
bling like rocking horse. Oh-h-h!'
| The automobile, after few internal
commissions, suddenly reared and
shifted, then plunged around corner,
upsetting an Italian fruit stand and
nearly killing street sweeper, who
shouted unpleasant things after the
speeding wagon.
! "You'n run into something, sure
said Mrs. Dobley. 'Why did you turn
! into this street, anyhow? It's so crowd
ed that it's dangerous!"
at seemed to turn itself then" said
Dobley, wiping off his brow with his
gloved hand. "Wait till we get out in
the open country. Then you'll see how
delight"
| Suddenly the automobile swerved in
to the gutter and stopped before sa-
| loon.
''What on earth are you stopping here
for, John Dobley? / never heard of
such thing!"
Its acting little queer to-day; it's
never stopped here before, / assure
you'll"
"Well, start it quick and get away
There is a crowd gathering"
Its got to stop 20 minutes" said
Dobey, looking at his watch "You
see, had it set that way to avoid trou-
BILE. It's easier to man"
| The automobile rumbled and then
ierked itself forward for a block with
out leaving the gutter. A crowd of
small boys followed it, jeering at Mr..
Dobley. He grew red in the face and
tugged at the handle bar. Two police
men came over and pushed the carriage
until it was headed for the middle of
the street. 1t began to move easier.
Suppose you turn up the next cor
ner and get into the drive" said Mrs.
Dobley; "then We'll have more room"
"All right" said Dobley, hoarsely,
grabbing at his hat, which fell over the
side of the carriage. 'Just you sit still
and enjoy yourself"
eff ever get home alive I'll not come
out in this thing again." said Mrs. Dob
ley, almost sobbing, as the carriage
knocked down an old gentleman and
sent him spinning like a top against
a soda water sign. ''It's dreadful! Why
don't you stop and help that poor old
gentleman"
81 = really = haven't - time" said
| Dobley, in a jerky way, as the automo-
bile began to prance and curvet in front
of brewery wagon which accomodat-
ingly got out of the way, the driver
laughing rudely at Dobley.
| At the corner the carriage gave two
desperate lurches as though it con-