The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1916-07-08
People and Events 9s..: ;.
By Celia Myro0er Robinson
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AN OPEN LETTER.

chauffeur, who was huddled up in his
raincoat, did not start the car, so
leaned over and gave him the order:
North Hill, James. Miss -"
He started as if / had walked him
from dream, and half turned, and |
began to stammer something. But |
| would not listen to him. / said:
"There isn't any use to argue.
am lonely and / have an engagement
and I must keep it. Drive on, Jamesw
He did not move for several min
utes, and then, as if he might have
taken courage from my tone, he got
out of the car, crsnked the engine,
and in a moment we were off, speed
ing through the storm up North Hill.
We had an awful time. There were
trees strewn all over everywhere, and
the wind was bowling, and the rain
coming down in sheets. / was
drenched to the bone, but somehow
it was exhilirating have no idea.
Dashing through the storm like that
to keep an engagement. It seemed
romantic, only knew that the man
was to meet would be just like all
the others.
And then, while was thinking this
and watching the chauffeur's back,
and wondering why it was that he
looked so much taller than usual, in
his grey raincoat, l felt terrific
shock, and the next thing I knew I
was looking up into the face of the
best looking man ever saw, and
there was the car, over on its side,
and just as I came to heard the man
say: "Geei What wonderful eyesw
| tried to straighten up, and I said,
James! Where is James? What
am doing here ?" And then / be-
gan to cry, out there in the rains in
the arms of perfect stranger, with
the wind bowling and the car smash
ed, and James nowhere to be seen.
| And the young man said:
/ "S-s-shh! Don't cry. 1t isn't bad
smash, and only a few more blocks
to go. Can you walk it,"
| He helped me up, but | tumbled
down again. And my ankle hurt
dreadfully. l tried again, but I
couldn't walk a step.
81 will have to carry you," he said.
'fWhere is James ?" l demanded.
"James? Who is James 2" And
while he was asking the question he
was gathering me up in his arms
/ James is my chauffeur. He was
IN the car when it went to smash"
''Was he?" said the total stranger.
And then he threw back his head and
laughed and laughed, while he. carried
me along that pitch black street.
y I expect am heavy, and it took all
he could do to carry me those three
, blocks to Millicent's, where the lights
at last shone out upon US and showed
us to one another, both in dripping
) raincoats, wet to the bone. 1 was a
! sight, but he was handsome as a god.
81 want to thank you," said. 81
don't know what could have become
: of my chauffeur. My father will dis
j, charge him / am sure. In the mean
t time, | have to thank you for saving
my life"
/ ut was pleasure" he said. "And
you see | was coming up here any
l how. was coming TO meet an en-
: gagement, when you-when you got
!, in my car. So it was perfectly con-
5 venient."
e "Your carp gasped.
ea "Of course" he said.
t., why I thought"
:. And then it came over me. I had
4 taken the wrong car. And no won
!. der | thought the chauffeur looked
t tall. That man is a giant.
Il We had a wonderful evening, fol
Bob lent him some OF his clothes, anC
d l wore that new pink taffeta thai
d Millicent has, and it was most be
d coming, and my hair always curl.
d when it is wet.
: He says he knew who l was all the
a time.
l really believe that this city doet
i deserve its name of romance. He il
e tremendously interesting.
d am glad the storm did so little
damage. Of course, I am sorry hi
S car is smashed. But he says that il
It nothing to his heart. But of course
Y that is the way they all talk. AM
yet
e Somehow, I think I am going t,