Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-06-29
BY SEWELL FORD


I'll bet he was plannin' kind of tour that
basis, he could spring his chappy friends, and
expect he'd most forgotten about Quatucket when Her
man slows up again.
"We what the NATTER" asks Pinckney.
Heres the third left, Sir, says Herman; "but it IS
difficult road, quite difficult. You see, Sir?'
Yes it looks all of that; just narrow country
road with deep rts and mud holes and rocks sprnked
thick.
aNonsense!' says Pinckney 4What of it?'
avery rough going, Sir says Herman. This road
is not given on the maps. We lose much time, Sir
ITO lose time, Herman, says Pinckney, Us one of
my profound desires Another to explore the unique,
the romantic. YOU Herman have romance in your
soul. You have only cogwhees in head. lubr1cat
ing oil in your veins. | know; for I've watched you
these many months But for me Quatucket represents
romance. | wish to be taken there at all hazards"
"Yes, Sir" says Herman.
He don't even sigh as he turns off the smooth
adam and heads the machine into this double cowpath
But he dead right about the rough goin'. Even
pneumatic shock absorbers couldn't take Of bumps
like them and that heavy Limousine body goes swayn
and staggerin along, like dump plungn through
a northeaster off Sandy Hook First we'd go up until
the axle straps Strengthened out with snap and then
we'd come down solid on the rubber bumpers 1t was
of bracin yourself to keep from bein thrown
through the roof
SAY Pinckney," says l. 1what it your friend
Bowles did this in airship?"
Dear, nor says he Come to think OF 1t, believe
Billy said he stopped there in yacht That's it! And
they drove him in to the station next morning in buck
board But it's all the interesting, going In by
machine, isn't it?'
almost fascinatin," says l, 3as ben' rolled down
hill in barrel. Bet you we break spring before we
ever Quatucket!'
WAS wrong. 1t was steerin' knucke; and if the
wheels hadn't been deep in the ruts wed have
turned turtle we'll When piles out to whats
the damage finds Herman inspectin the break
dismal
@But the other side is all right" says Pinckney.
"Can't YOU steer with that?"
Herman explains that he can't. 1t to be fad
of his that he's got to have both front wheels under
control. He says if he find blacksmith shop maybe
he fix things up and suggests that while he get
tin off the broken knucke go out and scout for
smoke.
Course, about seven miles from nowhere just
then; but Pinckney and | hoof it down the
road me givn' him of my ideas on romance
goes along. That don't disturb Pinckney bit. He
saws he's havn' the time of his life: always had wanted
stroll around in the real country. 1t reStful
and insprn, watchin the bees build their nests and
lisenn to the frogs singin in the treetops And him.
with his patent leather pumps and his sllver-headed
stick, pckn his around mud puddleS, or Stoppn
to brush dandeon blow off his coat seeve
We'd gone about a mile when discovers a side path
leading off towards the shore and by explorn that
comes an odd lookin shack bungalow with cllmbin
dowsills. 1t be built mainly of cus and tarred
buildn paper; but everything around it IS neat and
tdv.
Somebody's chicken ranch, judgin by the pens back
there says l. "Lets if anyone besides the ROSTERS
is at home"
A T that raps loud and sings out. What was ex-
pectin' was some zap in overals and wide
brimmed hat; but instead of that out steps this
dapper little old gent wearn black velvet trousers.
soft white shirt with low collar. and flown black tie
In place of hoe hanged if he amt got artists paint