Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-01-29

nally, if we keep on straight; and Buffalo af
terward, or anything you like. Sleepy Hol-
low is out in this direction after Yonkers.
"You couldn't promise me a sight of dear
old Rip Van Winkle?'
Il can show you Poe's cottage in the
Bronx" he answered smilingly. "Theres a
picture of the crow on the gable"
@The raven!" she declared.
"No, it's crow he persisted; "the sort
one doesn't banker after, at that. Shall l
show you the road and let you seer"
"Let's Just ride" she said and some
way it gladdened his heart, just the friendly,
comrade way she said it, smiling in his
eyes.
They rode toward Yonkers, out along the
last encroachments of the monster city, with
it's blocks of houses tramping down the
grass, and the trees and even the rocks of the
once green Manhattan Island beneath the
far part of the subway railroad structure,
here built like the older fashioned elevated
road, and finally over the bridge that spans
the Harlem River, isolating New York from
the mainland of the long and slender PENN
sula; and so ran on through Van Cortlandt
Park, where golfers were straying on the
green.
They turned to the right, at Stuyverant's
direction, after coming to hill-built Yonkers
town, and roved through open stretches of
country, where, with grass still green and
trees all stark, there was merely ghostly
suggestion of the recent auturnnal beauty.
Far over to the eastward they encoun-
tered the oldtime Boston road, where the
post chaise once made its numbering way
from the Dutch of New Amsterdam to the
Pilgrims of New England. Out here, on the
borders of Pelham Bay, there were cars in
unexpected numbers endlessly hummlng up
and down the splendid thoroughfares in idle
pursuit of pleasure.
The sun was inclined westward when at
length they turned to head for town and
home Down through the long straight
stretch of Jerome-ave. they came upon cars
in all manner of haste and color, some OF
them crowded, Others occupied by single
being only, and the vast majority, like them
selves, bound homeward to escape the chill
already suggested in the air.
THURLEY had pushed her throttle up a
notch and advanced the spark sufficient
ly to accelerate their speed to pace only
Just within the limit of the law. Then she
and Stuyverant were startled by strange,
piercing cry of warning from the rear, just as
their car shot in upon mile or more of mar
rowed road, where excavations and up
thrown earth occupied half of the highways
ordinary width.
Stuyverant turned-and Thurley saw the
blanching of his face, even before she could
take the part of second necessary to cast
one look behind.
A rare and horrifying thing had happened!
A car built for racing, with three helpless
children sitting in the rear, was plunging
down the crowded road with all the madness
of runaway locomotive, its driver sud-
denly stricken with death at the wheel!
One of his hands still fingered on the spark,
which jolt, as he died, had thrown forward.
The other hand had fallen at his side. He
had sunk forward over the wheel, the weight
of his body holding it measurably firm. His
apoplectic rigidity, his CLASSY eyes staring
unseeingly before him, made his attitude
that of some grim Nemesis, severe as stone,
pursuing his living fellow beings as if for
company on the long, dark avenue into the
great Unknown. He was going like the
wind
Nearly dozen cars had shot, veered, and
skidded from his path before the warning cry
had come as far as Thurley's ears. The chill
dren that rode with the grim chauffeur were
screaming in agonized horror. Women's
shrill trebles pierced the air, above the
hoarser shouting of men.
By series of things mysterious and not
to be expected the death driven car did not