Evening star., 1909-03-07
10Y RIDING WITH
AUNTY
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inside, with the bag on top, and DYKE hCldIn
Bismarck In his lap.
Now my featherbed," says Aunt Elvira,
and she has the porter Jam 1t IN alongside OF me,
which makes more or less of a full house. Then
the procession starts, our taxi In the lead, the
brougham second, and the married sisters
trailin behind In hanson
NV sakes but these things do ride eaSvF'
SAYS Aunty, settlin' back in her corner Can
they go anv faster Dyckman'
Just wait until we get Strengthened out
on the avenue" SAYS Dyke, and tips me the
"I've ridden behind some fast horses in my
time" says the old lady; so you can't scare
me. But now, Dyckman, I'd like to know ex-
actly what you We been doing and what you in
tend to do"
WELL, Dyke starts in to unload the whole
w yarn, beginnin' by ownin' up that hed
scratched the Bishop proposition long ago. And
he was Stain some of his troubles at college
when | gets backward glimpse out of the side
window at something that makes me sit up
First off thought It was another snow storm
with fakes biggern I'd ever seen before, and
then | tumbles to the situation. 1t amt snow
it's feathers. In jammin' that mattress into
the taxi the tick must have had a hole ripped
in it, and the part that was bulgin' through the
opposite window was leakin' hen foliage to beat
the cars
Hey says !, buttin' in on the confession
and pointin' back. We're losin part Of our
cargo"
'fLand sakesl" says Aunt Elvira, after one
glance. Stop! Stop!"
At that Dyke pounds on the front glass for
the driver to shut off the juice. But Jerry must
have had Dyke out before, and maybe he mis-
took the signal Anyway, the machine gives "a
groan and jerk and we beg ins skimmin along
the asphalt at double speed That don't check
the moltin' process any and Dyke was gettin
real excited, when we hears Chuckle from
Aunt Elvira.
The old girl has got her eyes trained through
the back window Thanks to our speed and
the stiff wind that's BLOWN down the avenue,
the Mallory brougham, with the horses on the
jump to keep up with us, is gettin' the full
benefit of the feather storm. The dark green
uniforms of the Mallory coachman and footman
was being plastered thick, and they was both
spittin' out feathers as fast as they could, and
the Mallorys wipn' 'em out of their eyes
and ears, and the crowds on the sidewalk has
caught on and IS enJoyin the performance, and
a mounted cop was starin at us kind of puzzled
as if he was tryin to decide whether or not we
was breakin' an ordinance.
Look at Craig! Look at Mabel Ann J! snlCk-
ers Aunt Elvira Tell your man to go faster
Dyckman. Push out more feathers"
More feathers it is, says /, shown another
fold of the bed through the window Even Bis
marck gets excited and starts squawkin'.
Talk about your JOY rides! IN bet that S the
only one of the kind ever pulled off on Fifth
ave. And it near tckles the old girl to death
What was featherbed to her, when she had
her sportn' blood up and was gettin' hunch
in on Brother Craig and his wife!
We goes four blocks before we shakes out the
last of our ammunition, and by that time the
Mallory brougham looks like poultry wagon
after a busy day at the market, while Aunt Ell
vira has cut loose with the mirth SO hard that
the velvet bonnet is hangin' under her chin,
and Bismarck is out of breath It's wonder
we want pinChed for breakn' the speed laws
but the traffic cops is SO busy watchin'. the
feather blizzard that they forgets to hold US up.
Dyke wants to know if I'll come in for cup of
tea or ride back with Jerry.
Thanks, but III walk back" says /. as we
pulls up at the house. Guess can find the
trail easy enough, eh!'
7 S'POSED I'd get a report of the reunion
from him next day; but it want until this
mornin that he shows up here and drags me
down to the curb to look at his new sixty-horse-
power macadam burner.
Birthday present from Aunty," says he.
"Say, she's all to the good, Shorty. She got
over that Bishop idea months ago, all by her
self And what do you think? She says I'm to
have a thousand month, just to enjoy myself
on Whe-e-e! Can l do it 7"
Go it, son, says l. If you can't, don't
know who can"