The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1910-03-02

got to drive me TO New York as fast
as that machine VIII take US. Is there
gasolene enough for the trip?"
Il think so, sir" Patrick replied,
smiling IN his sleeves at the incOnsist-
ency OF orders which was, also. exactly
what he had expected. i filed her up
this afternoon"
BY this time Mr. Warren had mounted
the step OF the car. He thrust his arm
into a huge pocket at one side and drew
out his linen buster.
Now push for all she's worth" he
ordered We've got TO catch her on
the ferryboat"
Patrlck's career as a chauffeur had
been spent almost entirely in the sur
rounding suburbs. He knew the way
10 dodge the towns where. speed laws
were enforced. He knew the capacity
Of the car.
From the rear of the limousine came
occasional mutteriEES. Once. when the
car leaDed almost clear of the ground
in crossing a particularly high bump as
It dropped down hill, the mutterings
eliminated in heavy grunt' and Pat
rick slowed down trihe.
What YOU stopping for p the old
man snapped, and fun speed was re-
sumed
II was the only word he addressed to
the chauffeur until they reached the
long stretch Of level track across the
meadows. Here the road ran parallel
and close to the railway.
y
rem spoke quite cbeerfully now. But
think those are its tail-ights yonder
ahead"
( Patrick tried IN shove the throttle
lever around another mitch The Level
road made easy going, and before they
came TO the hill al Jersey city they
were side By side with the end passen-
ger car OF the milk train.
The chauffeur did not dare turn his
eyes from the road. but mumbled eX-
clamation from behind him told that
his employer could see his daughter
through the window OF the train
Then the road rose at a steep grade
and the train disappeared into the cut
approaching the tunnel
With the exhaust muCn-r thrown on
10 allow every freedom 20 he machine,
he automobile shot up the hin without
apparent diminution OF speed The
road was quite clear or other vehicles
at this time Of the evening, and the
| traction police were n-Ft IN the habit Of
/ Watching so steep a grade.
But at the top a bicycle pOlicems n
levard that follows the crest Of the
, ridge. His wheel was leaning against
a lamp-pOst
! Not until the speeding car was almost
/ upon him did he face about and then
/ they could see the astOniShed look on
/ his countenance At seeing a violation OF
| the laws coming from that side. He
held Up his hand as a command 10 halt.
Go on" the old man behind urged.
and Patrick let the car whizz by In a
cloud Of dust
! As they dropped down the other sid :
Icf the hill Stephen Warren turned about
I and saw the officer leap TO the saddle
/ OF his motorcycle. Then a quick turn
I in the street shut out the view.
! StraininC ahead as they came 10 the
| straight street that ended with the
! ferryhOuse. Patrick could see in the
glare Of a huge arc light mat the gate
/ keeper was already pushing on the iron
/ door Of the team entrance 10 close IL.
Quick quick" his employer urged al
| his ear.
But before the chauffeur could reach
/ the gate It's pCnderoUs weight swung
I 10. a uniformed man. whose helmet
showed that he was not Of the railroad
/ employees. stepped forth in front OF the
/ car skidding almost into the stone post
! between the entrance and the exit
/ y won't hold yez fer speedin' seem
We was only thryin' 10 make the boat
But veil have 10 wait FOR III MKT" he
/ grinned.