The Tomahawk., 1904-01-22
A Disastrous
Cab Ride 3 .
By HOWARD DEVINE
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1Conxripht 1905 by Daily Story Pub. Coz

r AN BODY QaQ LOlu Hdlpu I1uSlOu
that one short cab ride of six blocks
could destroy the reputation he had
built up by years of hard work and
righteous living; lose him the position
at the bank which he had acquired by
so many years of faithful work and
drag his beloved wife and himself into
| the divorce court, he would have laughed
at the idea. Now, however, he laughs
not at all at such story and shuns
cabs as something diabolical and devil
ish.
And yet the cab ride referred to was the
most innocent thing that could happen.
On the morning of September 10 as Hus-
ton was gulping down his breakfast in
! his daily effort to catch the 1880, his
wife spoke from behind the coffee pot.
"How much was the gas bill this
month. dear?" she asked.
He paused in the process of throwing
large spoonsful of the newest advertised
health food into his mouth, and start
led expression spread over his coun-
tenance.
"By lingo, forgot to pay IT," he an
nounced in dismay. Lets see, what day
Is this?" And he hastily grabbed the
morning paper.
"Oh, it's all right. It's the 10TH"
"Well, don't forget it, continued
Mrs. Huston. '"This is the last day and
remember the gas office closes at one
o'clock on Saturdays"
No danger of his forgetting it. The
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every cent counted in the effort they
were making to pay for that suburban
cottage they had bought on the install
ment plan. He could not get away
from his desk until 1880, when he had
half hour for lunch. The gas Office
was six blocks away and he had to
calculate pretty closely to find time to
make the trip and get time to snatch a
mouthful of lunch in the brief half hour.
AS he dashed down the stone steps
three at time and started on half run
down the street, familiar voice hailed
him:
"Hi there, Huston; where ye going
60 fast?"
Turning, he beheld his old friend Ben
Phillips sitting on the box of a shiney
Few cab driving leisurely down the
street. He and Phillips had been ship
ping clerks together in a wholesale
house years ago, when he first went to
work. He knew in a general way that
Ben had become cab driver, but had
not seen him for years.
Mentally chafing at the loss of pre-
cions moment he shouted in reply:
"Goin' to the gas Office. I'm in the
deuce of hurry. How are you?"
He waved his arm and hurried on.
"Wait a minute" shouted Phillips.
Tn going right past the door on my
way to the barn. Hop in and I'll land
you there in jiffy."
This struck Huston as most prac-
teal suggestion, and in he climbed and
moment later was being hurried along
at thrice the pace he could have made
on foot. AS he whirled along the grim
humor of the situation appealed to him,
was a new one of the latest model, rub
Der tires and all that sort of thing, and
1t shone like a piano.. Here am riding
in a swell cab like drunken sport to
save % cents on my gas bill," though.
Huston, and he laughed aloud.
Phillips was true to his word and
made his best time, dashing down the
street as though he was making a train.
finally coming up in front of the gas Of
fee with whirl and a flourish. He pro-
posed 20 show his old friend that he
was strictly onto his job.
Huston leaped from the cab, waving
his thanks to Phillips and rushed into
the Office, where he paid his bill to an
astounded clerk who had beheld his ap-
proach, ard a moment later was whist
ling up the street toward the dairy
luncl room, where he arrived in ample
time to swallow his pie and coffee with
no more than normal haste.
Now all this seems innocent enough
and crAn onplace CROUCH. does 1t not?