Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-08-26

/ Aurelie skipping out of town in a taxi,
For there was a taxi. Earlville had a
/ taxi. Where there Is an Elk's club in
brownstone and a hotel-tapestried
| dogs in four colors-there must be a
taxi But never had this blatant taxi
desecrated the streets of Rome
"Aurelie!" gasped Mr.. Curran. Take
the street car from the Junction. But
the taxi-gee whiZ!"
Too late. She flew to the telephone
and ordered the taxi.
Miss Norman sat back and settled
her skirt under her belt. well, she
drawled, Il had nap. anyhow, on the
old town. And, seeing that we've put
it on the blink, I might just as well
light a pill" She took cigarette out
of her bag. "Mr Curran, this country
air gives me pleasure" ... ...
She lighted it. Aunt Abby stared.
I'm a church-member in good stand
I'M" she cried, and fled through the
Office and back up to her peach pre-
serves.
Mr.. Curran looked wildly across the
square. People were standing about
watching the News office. Old Mar
shal Bee was sticking his head out Of
the undertaker's, and even the prison
ers in the basement Jail Of the court
house were gazing across the lawns.
Mr.. Curran retreated farther into his
shop. Great heavens, here he was en-
| tertaining a blonde-haired actress, and
she smoking a cigarette in broad day
light in front of the News, too! And
he running for congress!
| Then up the street that taxi came
whoofing, and stopped before the
News. All the CONSERVATION before
was as nothing. Business ceased all
about the square. The grocers' clerks
stood with jaws hanging and potato
measures in their hands. The cook
came out of the Gem Restaurant-Chi-
cago Home Cooking-and lawyers and
dentists put their heads out Of the old
stone stabbed windows; and Vawter,
the artist, came down with his camera
to get postcard picture. And all the
time the county deputy, Amos, and old
Marshal Bee doddered at each other
across the. square as to whose juris-
diction should extend to Miss Nor
mans MONDAY nap: But when the
taxi stopped they stopped also.
IF that-air machine" shouted Depu-
ty Amos, runs more'n four mile an
hour in this town, it air your bounden
duty as a city officer to stop 'em!"
"Tll stop EN-" cackled Marshal Bee,
"if 1 can catch 'em!"
Mr.. Curran was in dispair. Azure
lie don't go. 1t makes 1t worse than
ever. Why, people aren't against you!
| Only some old tabbies-lots Of folks
are proud Of you-they ask me about
you!"
| Aurelie was pushing Uncle Michigan
into the taxi. Miss Norman followed
languidly. They had trouble with
Uncle Michigan's wooden leg and the
chauffeur assisted. "Uncle Mich"
whispered Aurelie, you're just going
to surprise 'em. They never thought
of you and your shiny old leg in an au-
tomobile!"
Done goin' to see the world!"
chuckled Uncle Mich; and Miss Nor
man patted his hand. Amt he the
game old sport-leg and ALL"
"Oh, Aurelie!" gasped Mr.. Curran
again. Tell Miss -er -what's-her-
name-to put out that cigarette; I'm
running for congress!"
well, run along! We amt going to
hurt congress!" She sat up very
straight, and then gave the taxi man
dollar. "You just tear around the
square as fast as you can three times
and then out High street. And If you
get arrested We'll pay your fine. And
run over everybody you can except
dogs and babies and chickens!"
Young Mr.. Van Hart, from his law
office windows, heard every word. He
saw his mother driving up High street
slowly and dignifiedly as the Van Hart
trap was wont to go. And he saw the
red taxi start, Aurelie sitting up with
her odd foreign air. And Miss Norman
with that cigarette, while all the pop
ulace of Rome, Iowa, marveled. He
stood clutching the window shade and
groaned. "Aurelie And I loved you,
Aurelie!"
He heard the taxi go whoofing by
Then he heard Old Dutch snort as his
mothers trap turned out Of High
street. He looked out and then dashed
down. stairs. When he reached the cor
ner the taxi was making its second lap
and his mother was speaking calmly
to the backing horse. Harlan ran to
seize Old Dutch's bit. And then the
taxi went past them hurling the corner
, dust clear into Dickinson's vegetable
, boxes. People simply waited. Even
the dogs gaped mutely. Neither tC
right nor left did Aurelie glance. Old
: boot-legger Mich sat still between hel
, and this cheerful woman with the ci-
/ garette. Then the taxi, with a fina
derisive snarl, made its last circuit OF
, the square and shot out High street
Old Dutch flew up on his hind legs
| while tall, dignified young man stood
pulling him down in the whirl Of dus;
| and leaves kicked by the taxi all over
his immaculate summer suit.
| Mrs Van Hart looked calmly after
the taxi Harlan, wasn't that Aurelie
/ Lindstrom?"
E 1T was, mother" he answered quiet
5 ly.
. Across the square, old Deputy Amos
, was hurrying. Hey, Marshal-whI
don't you stop emp
] Il would" retorted Marshal Bee, "i
S could catch 'em!"
In the taxi Miss Norman pattet
Uncle Michigan's hand. Il Think" SHE
murmured, "the old town will remem.