The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1913-03-21
Copyrights, 1911, ~ Ii. K ry Co
CHAPT Err l.
The Wreck OF the Taxicab.

scuttling frantically down the dark
street, clung to the arm OF the young
man alongside, as If she were terri
fed at the lawbreaking, neck-risking
speed. But evidently some greater
fear goaded her, for she gasped:
Cant he go a little faster?"
Cant you go a little faster?" The
young man alongside howled as he
thrust HIS head and shoulders through
the window in the door.
But the self-created taxigale swept
his voice ait, and the taut chauffeur
perked his ear in vain TO catch the
vanishing syllables.
What's that?" he roared.
Cant you go a little faster?"
The indignant charioteer simply
had 10 shoot one barbed glare of re-
proach into that passenger He turned
his head and growled
Say, do youse want TO lose me me
license?"
For just one instant he turned his
head. One instant was Just enough.
The unguarded taXicab seized the op-
portunity, bolted from the track. ana
flung, as 1t were, its arms drunkenly
around a perfectly respectable lamp
post attending strictly to its business
on the curb. There ensued a con-
densed Fourth of July. Sparks flew,
tires exploded, metals ripped, two
wheels spun in air and one wheel,
neatly severed at the axle, went reel
ing down the sidewalk half a block
before Il leaned against a tree and
rested.
A dozen or more miracles conceded
10 save the passengers from injury.
The young man found himself stand
ing on the pavement with the un-
hinged door still around his neck. The
young womans arms were round his
neck. Her head was on his shoulder.
II had reposed there often enough,
but never before I'm the street under a
lamppost The chauffeur found him
self in the road, walking about on all
fours, like a bewildered quadruped.
Evidently some overpowering need
for speed possessed the young WON
an, for even now she did not scream,
she did not faint, she did not mur.
mur, Where am II" She simply said:
What time is It, honey?'
And the young man, not realizing
how befuddled he really was. or how
his hand trembled, fetched out his
watch and held 1t under the glow OF
the lamppost. which was now bent
over in a convenient but disreputable
attitude.
"A quarter TO ten, sweetheart.
Plenty OF time for the train"
But the minister. honey! What
about the minister
The consideration OF this riddle was
interrupted by a mufIied hubbub OF
yelps. whimpers and canine Mysteries.
Immediately the young woman forgot
ministers, collisions, train-schedules-
everything She showed her first sign
of panic.
"SnooZleums, Get Snoozleums,"
They groped about in the topsy-
turvy taxicab, rummaged among a
jumble of suitcases, handbags. UNI
brellas and minor impedimenta, and
fished out a small dog basket with an
inverted dog inside. Snoozleums was
ridiculous in any position, but as he
slid tail foremost from the wicker
basket, he resembled nothing so much
as a heap OF tangled yarn tumbling
out of a work-basket lie was an In
dignant skein, and had much to say
before he consented TO snuggle under
his mistress chin.
About this time the chauffeur came
pruwling into view He was too deep
ly shocked 10 emit any language OF
the garage. He was too deeply
shocked 10 achieve any comment more
brilliant than:
That mess don't look much like It
ever was a taxicab, does it?"
The young man shrugged his shoul-
ders, and stared up and down the
long street for another. The young
woman looked sorrowfully at the
wreck. and queried:
do you think you can make II go2"
The chauffeur glanced her way.
more in pity for her whole sex than in
scorn for this one type. as be mum
bled:
Make II go? It'll take steam
winch a week 10 unwTap II from that
laiAppost"
The young man apologized.
Il oughtn't 20 have yelled at you"
He was evidently a very nice young
man Motto be outdone In courtesy,
the chauffeur retorted:
Il hadn't ought to have turned me
head q"
The young woman thought, what
a nice chauffeur" but she gasped
Great heavens. you're hurt"
It's nuttin' but a scratch on me
t'umb."
Lend me q clean handkerchief,
Harry"