Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-03-20
cesynsAs. 1919. The Bohbs-Merrll Company.

tapestried dogs in four colors-there
must be a taxi. But never had this
blatant taxi desecrated he streets Of
Rome.
"Aurelie!" gasped Mr.. Curran. "Takc
the street car from the junction. But
the taXi-see Whit"
Too late. She flew to the telephone
n ordered the taxi
Miss Norman sat back and settled
her skirt under her belt. well, she
drawled. Il had a nap anyway. on the
bic town. And, seeing that we'v put
it on the blink. l might just as we'll
light a pill" She o a cigaret out
air gives me a pleasure"
She lighted it. Aunt Abby stared.
I'm a church member in good
standin'!" she cried. and fled through
the office and back to her peach pre-
serves.
Mr.. Curran looked wildly across the
square People were standing about
watching the News office. Old
Marshal Bee was sticking his head out
prisoners in the basement Jail Of the
court house were gazing across the
lawns. MI. 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, tool 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
ovH n~pyv~.. ~-l NIS& 4A~tpH
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
also.
IF that-air machine" shouted Dep
uty Amos, runs more'n four mile an
hour in this town, it air your bounden
duty as a city officer to stop emit"
"I'n stop EN-" cackled Marshal Bee.
III I can catch 'em!"
Mr.. Curran was in despair. azure
lie. don't go. 1t makes 1t worse than
ever. Why. people aren't against you!
Only some old tabbie-lots Of folks are
proud Of you-they ask me about you'll"
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 neins
to surprise 'em. They never thought of
you and your shiny old leg In an au-
tomobile!"
"Done goin' to see tho world!"
chuckled Uncle Mich; and Miss Nor
man patted his hand. "Ain't he the
game old sport-eg and ALL!
"Oh. Aurelie!" gasped Mr.. Curran
again. "Tel Miss-er-what's her
name-to put out that cigaret: I'm
running for ongress!"
We'll, run along! We amt going to
hurt congress!" She sat up cry
straight. and then gave h taxi mar a
dollar. You just tear around the
square as fast as you can three times
and then u High street. And If you
dogs and babies and chickens!"
Young MI. 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
man with that cigaret. while all the
populace Of Rome. Ia, marveled. He
stood clutching the window shade and
groaned. "Aureliel 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
down stairs. When he reached the
corner 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 hurting
the corner dust clear into Dtckinson's
vegetable boxes. People simply waited.
Even the dogs gaped mutely. Neither
to right nor left did Aurelie glance. Old
bootlegger Mich sat still between her
and this cheerful woman with the Gig
aret. Then the taxi. with a final
derisive snarl. made its last circuit of
the square and shot out High street.
while a tall, dignified young man stood
pulling him down In the whin Of dust
and leaves kicked by the taxi all over
his immaculate summer suit.
Mrs. Van Hart looked calmly after
tho taxi. Harlan, wasn't that Azure
lie Lindstrom?"
ut was. mother" he answered quiet
Across the square old Deputy Amos
don't you stop 'em?"
II would" retorted Marshal Bee. III
I could catch 'em!"
In the taxi Miss Norman patted
Uncle Michigan's hand. II think
she murmured. the old town will re
member Aurelie!"
CHAPTER XVII
THE BACKWARD TRAIL