The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1902-12-23
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An Automobile Story.

/ lurking impishly in its hiding place be-
hind the leather apron of the seat, and
| with little Nose Rudinsky's bump OF
! curiosity much inflated, the inevitable
occurred.
"Ye're afraid"
What juvenile bosom ever failed to
| respond to that battle cry?
Nose scrambled up the big fat
cushioned wheel.
Der loidy zed fer not ter tech up'
warned another stolidly, while third
cautiously fingered the shining unlit
eye of the forelight.
Moses stood up and grasped the steer
ing lever. 1t moved, and the front
wheels with 1t, humping viciously into
the shns of the boy. who had ques-
toned the courage Of Moses, whereupon
that young gentleman laughed trium-
phantly and sat down comfortably on
the soft leather seat, his grimy face,
tousled black hair and greasy garments
ludicrously out of place among the
luxurious cushions. His elbow struck
the controller handle. There was new
food for investigation. Moses investi-
gated. The White Arrow started obed-
iently down the street.
Miss Anice was descending the rick
ETY. stairs amid a shower of blessings
when she heard a shout below.
"Whats wrong? she demanded of
painting child.
"Yer nottymoble." he gasped. ITS
run-off-wid Mose!"
When Anice reached the pavement.
breathless and pale, she could see down
the narrow street a runaway automo-
bile, with a frightened, bareheaded boy
clinging to the seat and screaming
franticaly.
She ran blindly after him, dizzy with
visions of a sickening collision on the
street car line a few blocks away. A
burly policeman Joined in the chase.
and recruits swarmed up, seemingly
from the ground.
Suddenly q tall young man in a long
ulster appeared around the corner
ahead of the flying White Arrow.
Jam your lever back" he shouted.
But poor Nose was too frightened to
obey. He only clung tighter to the con-
troller, pushing it to the third notch,
and the carriage shot forward. AS 1t
bowled toward the tall young man he
sprang out almost directly in it's path
He waited until it sped alongside,
then quick as a flash flung himself on
the rear Of the auto. Grasping the pro-
jecting axle he swung himself up, then
reached over the back of the seat and
seized the controller.
Lift your foot!' he commanded.
Nose, with face very white under it's
dirt, obeyed meekly.
"Now, yOungster. where did you get
this machine?"
The tall young man seated himself
calmly, backed the runaway slowly and
turned it around, following the direc-
tion of Noses trembling finger.
Miss Anice was waiting to receive
them at the crossing.
"Oh, Harvey-you!' she said, then,
very dignifiedly: "'rhank you, very
much, DR.. Givins. ! had no idea--"
Il was down below here to see pa
tient," he bowed gravely as he descend
ed from the carriage.
an Hester street," she queried.
Yes" he said, meeting her glance
unflinchingly. II have several in this
region, Ikey Meemstein among them"
He did not deem it necessary to add
that he had practiced charity only since
October
"shall assist you Miss-Anice the
last as he caught sight Of the faded
violets.
She followed the direction of his
glance and blushed furiously.
There was no card with them" she
excused, weakly.
But you knew they We're mine, did
MT you, Anice dear?"
Yes; 7 thought So" she said softly
Then she bravely flew the flag Of un-
conditional surrender.
won't you please take me home.
Harvey? / don't think l can manage
the White Arrow very well-yet."
His face lit up joyfully as he swung
into the seat beside her. His left hand
was under the controller. but his right |
disappeared under her raglan sleeve
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