Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1902-11-29
Last Run Of the Green
Pea Desperate.

! his horse at us. but he got in
the trail of our gasolene gas. from the
! exhaust thing in the back. and his
cross the drive ahead. just escaped be-
ing rolled out by such Il close margin
that her silk boa was whisked into the
near fore wheel and twisted about the
spokes while she could have said knife.
| Try 1t on an electric fan with n hand
kerchief. from behind. and you get the
same effect. Later on, Buggles said.
he would get the boa out and put 1t up
| in his den with lot of other relics
! that he was in the habit of prying out
! of the shutter on the automobiles
Prov after trips. Bits of little things
he'd hit, you know. He admitted that
he was a sentimental cuss. did Bug
giles.
We went up the West Drive like an
express making up time and with
about as much noise. Around the
corner / saw the Van DoutZers coming
In n victoria. They are one of the
| families that I really like to bow TO,
and so. abolishing as much of my fear
| for my life as l could. l got ready to
take off my hat, hoping. l must con-
fess. that they'd take me for the owner
of the Desperate. instead of Buggles.
TO carry out the idea l just rested
my hand on the wheel thing that you
steer by. / bowed, but l discovered.
TO my horror that l WAS bowling to a
park policcman-the Van DoutZers
must have been whisked by about
three blocks back by the time l got
my hat off.
| All at once there was n frightful
rush of profanity from Buggies. and
noticed that We were richotting on
wonderful angle up an incline covered
with tulip beds. l peered wildly be-
! hind me-the road was just disappear
ing in the distance between trees and
the tracks Of the automobile among
the flowers looked like the first dig
gings for canal. Suddenly We dived
into shady grove on the summit.
There was n tremendous. shivering jar.
and l shot head first into q prickly
sort of bush. The Pea Green Desper-
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on against tree trunk. AS for Bug
giles, lie had. traveled some feet further
than had, and landed in sort of rus
tic summer house through the window.
on the laps of two persons already
there. They were very angry. both OF
them. and vanished down the hill
| threatening to have the law on u.s.
| l told Buggles that l didn't blame
them, either-that l had been young
myself. He got mad ut that and said
il was all because I'd put my bally
hand on the steering gear and switched
the machine off the road, and that
he'd like to have been killed" in con-
| sequence. He wanted TO know why
the deuce l should switch him up on
this hill-did / like the scenery so
much, and would pay the fine:
What's the use of arguing with Il fell
low like Buggles when he's mad, any
way? l just kept quiet and got into
the machine and sat still, while he
climbed in and backed her up and
turned her around and tried to start
her. But she wouldn't start. He pulled
all of the levers and things in sight.
but she just stood still and shook Then
he got out and crawlcd in underneath
among the works. to see what was the
matter. sat in the waist effect, that
was all red and oily.
Presently heard him say from the
bowels of the machine. as it were:
Are you touchin' anything:" / said,
NO" Buggles said: There's chunk
Of wood in the chain-r;n a-goin' to
pull it out"
Pull away" said I. and heard him
give grunt. Gee Whit The Desper-
ado leaped Ike the arrow from the
bow; l heard wall of horror from
Buggles. and the next thing l knew,
he and the hill We're gone. and l was
ripping across the sheepfold like the
front Of 4 cavalry charge.
/ don't remember rightly the rest
of the trip / made through the Park
in the Desperate; it's more of n bad
dream than anything else. There were
crowds that dashed up on walls. yell
ing, and mounted police that galloped
after. yelling. and horses that sat down
on carriage shafts or tried to climb
ur with the coachman on the box-the
coachmen yelling, too. l pulled all
the movable bits of brassware that l
saw. but there was no stopping her
Then l grabbed the wheel and fiddled
about trying to get the hang of how to
steer the blooming thing plunging for
ward all the while, mind you, like a
runaway engine. Finally, after
couple Of wild runs onto walks and one
complete circle. got that raight. and