Bisbee daily review., 1913-10-15

Onel-Two!-'Tn -1T-c--rv=Ffvei Six! Mccarthy counted. At the recol- lection Of crazy message from the Unknown, he smiled. He stepped for ward to hold up his hand at the car Somewhat to his surprise the car had already stopped some twenty feet away
 Mccarthy picked his way to the car
 Wonder you wouldn't stop at a crossing he growled, swinging aboard
 Juice give out" explained the mo torman
 Mccarthy clambered aboard and sat down in a comfortably filled car. Up and down the perspective of the street could be seen other cars. also stalled. Ten minutes slipped by; then Mala- chi Mccarthy grew inpatient With a muttered growl he rose. elbowed his way through the strap-hangers, and stepped to the street 4 row of idle taxicabs stood in front of the Atlas Building. Into the first of these bounced Mccarthy, throwing his ad- dress to the expectant chauffeur.
 The man hoped down from his box, threw on the coil switch and ran to the front. He turned the engine over the compression, but no explosion fol- lowed. He repeated the effort dozen times. Then, grasping the starting handle with a firmer grip, he ''whirled' the engine-without result
 r~rzT -gars1- her go?" demanded Mccarthy, thrust ing his head from the door.
 will you please listen, sir, and see if you hear a buzz when I turn her oyer7" requested the chauffeur
 "I don't hear nothing" was the yer dict
 I'm sorry, but you'll have to take another cab, then said the man. My coils gone back on me"
 Mccarthy impatiently descended, entered the next taxi in line, and re- peated the same experience. By now the other chauneurs, noticing the predicament of their brethren. were anxiously and perspiringly at work. Not an engine answered the cal of the road 4 passing truck driver, grin ming from ear to ear, drove slowly down the line, dealing out the ancient jests rescued for the occasion from an oblivion to which the perfection of the automobile had consigned them.
 Mccarthy added his mite; he was beginning to feel himself the victim of a series of ndgging impertinences, which he resented after his kind.
 If" said he, your company would put out something on the street be- sides a bunch of retired grist-mills with clock dials hitched on to them, you might be able to give the public some service. I've got lots of time. Don't hurry through your afternoon exercise on my account. Just buy a lawn-mower and a chatelaine watch apiece-you'd do just as well.'
 By now every man had his battery box open. Mccarthy left them, pug zling over the singular failure of the electrical apparatus, which is the nerv- GUS system of the modern automobile.
 He turned into Fifth Avenue. An astonishing sight met his eyes.
 The old days had returned. The center of the long roadway, down which ordinarily a iong file of the pur- ring monsters of gasoline creep and dash, shouldering aside the few han sons and yictorias remaining from a bygone age, now showed but swing ing slashing trot of horses.
 HansOms, hacks, brougbams; ups raised whips, whiTling in signal; the spat spat Of horseS' hoOfs; all the ob- solesceut vehicles that ordinarily doze in hope along the sands of the side streets; it was a gay sight of the past raised again for the moment to reality by the same mysterious blight that had shadowed the Atlas Building the night before.
 Mccarthy looked about him for g hanson. There was none unengaged In fact, the boss soon determined that many others, like himself, were wait. ing for a chance at the first vacant one. Reluctantly he made up his mind 10 walk. He glanced up at the tower Of the Metropolitan Building; then