The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-10-21

II AttiN NiolthtiN NUN
ward; then rose on its front wheels and
Missed.
ITS bucking like a 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 5 o we can get
off the avenue into a side street"
I'll jump out if you move" said Mrs.
Dobley. why, there, it's turning beau-
t~ifully" ~ ~
Yes, this is a p!easanter street" said
Dobley in a relieved way. as the auto
mobile turned like a lamb and proceed
ed decorously along the asphalt. -
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 hal on straight.
Il wish YOU had your hat. You look aw-
fully queer"
Now watch me turn according to di-
rections," said Dobley. as they reached
tllc ltIht- IktN IL "s' y
duce the rate Of speed slightly. The
carriage will answer immediately
oh" screamed Mrs. Dobley, as the
automobile suddenly began to swing
round in a circle.
1T doesn't do to scream out like that.
Honora." said Dobley. Juggling at the
handle-bar. These things are sersi-
tive"
Suddenly the carriage settled itself,
and after backing and shying a few
times dashed ahead ike a bullet. The
DobleyS held on for life. Dobley's face
was set and his hair waved in the breeze.
\ mounted policeman salloped after
them shouting. Mrs. Dobley was sob
hing. Once carriages, horses and
pedestrians drew out of the way of the
Dobley equipage. \ dog started to
chase after it. barking loudly. The 20
liceman shouted, but all in vain.
'It's-running away!" screamed Mrs.
Dobley. Help. Help!"
Its got to stop some time" said
Dobiey. between his teeth. so long as
folks get out of the way it doesn't mat
ter. It's celebrating 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 a mass
park. A sign read: NO Admittance.
Private Grounds" but the automobile
Iidn't mind that. 1t turned Gaintily
IN and rushed across the lawn and over
l flower bed.
Did you see that sign" said Mrs.
Doblry. clutching her husbands arm.
Are you mad:."
Don't believe in signs" said Dob
"Hesides. I'm not running this
now. It's the machine that's going.
Scott"
The machine backed itself over the
ard flower bed. and then down the
carriageway and into the road.
Are we going home backward"!"
asked Mrs. Dcbley. 'Oh. if it would
5niy stop long enough for me to get
)ut before we are arrested"
But the machine jumped in the air
twice when il reached the gate. and
hen continued on its way. 1t began
% throw itself rakishly from side to
side. something ike the way in which
I trotting horse throws out its legs.
Where are We going now?" asked
Mrs. Dobley.
blessed if / know" said Dobley:
but o can trust this mobe all right.
It's Il little FESTIVE to-day and
doesn't respond to regulations. but it's
al right when YOU give ii its head"
Suppose it doesn't stop. but just
on and on said Mrs. Dobley.
What on earth will we do? If you
.ould only turn it toward home"
1T will turn when it is good and
said Dobley. 1T goes better
when you humor it. Listen: it's ac-
.uaIly ]chuckling and suffering as
.hough it liked it. There's the High
Tone hotel up there on the Hill. Honora,
md. by Jove. there are the Van Rip
,ers up on the piazza"
We'll. look the other way. I don't
want them to see us in this state. My
lair is coming down ard I'm all spat-
cred with mud. and as for you. you
ire a sight"
All right. Honora; just look out over
he river as though you were Ell ioying
he scenery and We'll squirt past. Do
hear them laughing up there? Van
is about the worst kind of a
| know.
Il know they are laughing at us. John
)obley. and | don't wonder, My gra-
ious. where are you going? Oh. my"
For the automobile evidently recog-
lied its friends on the porch of the
Ugh T%onehotel. and with a magnificent
wecpand an extra dash of speed sprint
d gracefully along the roadway ard
topped with a flourish at the main
cor Of the hotei. where the Doblevs
we're greeted with shouts of joyous
aughter and some applause. They went
in a hansom.-N. Y. Sun.
Composition on breathing.
\ boy. II years old. who was told TO
write all he could about breathing in a