Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1914-03-12

standin'!" she cried, and fled through
the office and back to her peach pre-
serves.
MIR. Curran looked wildly across the
square. People were standing about
watching the News office. Old
of the undertaker's and even the
prisoners 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 entertaining a
blonde haired actress and
she smoking a cigaret 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-Chicago home cook
ing-and lawyers and dentists put their
heads out of the old stone Stabbed win
dows; and Vawter, the artist, came
down with his camera to get a post
card picture. And all the time the
county deputy. Amos. and old Marshal
Bee doddered at each other across the
square as to whose jurisdiction should
extend to Miss Norman's monday nap.
But when the tax stopped they stopped
also.
IF that-air machine" shouted Dep
uty Amos, runs n1ore'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 l can catch emf"
Mr.. Curran was in despair. Azure
lie. don go. 1t makes it worse than
ever. Why, people aren't against you!
Only some old tabbie-lots OF folks are
proud of you-they S 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 EN-. They never thought Of
you and your shiny old leg in an au-
tomobile!'
chuckled Uncle Mich; and Miss Nor
man patted his hand. "Ain't he the
game old sport-leg n ALL"
ooh, Aurelie!" gasped Mr.. Curran
again. Tell Miss-er-what's her
name-to put out that cigaret; I'm
running for congress!"
n,, Vel n,g run aiongi We amt going to
straight, and then CAV the taxi mar a
dollar. You just ear around the
square as fast as you can three times
and then out High street. And If you
get arrested Wen pay your fine. And
run over everybody you can except
dogs and babies and chickens!"
Young Mr.. Van Hart, from his law
saw his mother driving up High street
slowly and dignifieely 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 Nor
man with that cigaret. while all the
%populace Of Rome, Ia, marveled. He
stood clutching h 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
lap, n his mother was speaking
calmly to the backing horse. Harlan
ran to seize Old Dutch's bit. And then
the taxi went past them hurting
the orner dust clear int Dickinson's
vegetable boxes. People simply waited.
Even h dogs CAPPED mutely: Neither
to right nor left did Aurelie glance. Old
bootlegger Mich sat still between her
and this cheerful woman with the Gig
aret. e the taxi, with a final
derisive snarl, made its last circuit of
the square and shot out High street.
Old Dutch flew up on his hind legs,
while a tall. dignified young mar stood
pulling him down in the whirl of dust
and leaves Kicked by the taxi all over
his immaculate summer suit.
Mrs. Van Hart looked calmly after
the taxi. Harlan, wasn't that Azure
lie Lindstrom?"
1t was. mother" he answered quiet
ly.
Across the square. old Deputy Amos
was hurrying. Hey, Marshal-why
don't you stop 'em?"
II would" retorted Marshal Bee, "if
/ could catch 'em!"
In the taxi Miss Norman patted
Uncle Michigan's hand. "I think"
she murmured. the old town will re-
member Aureafe!"