New Britain herald., 1917-06-12
What Madge Tried to Do to Help Dicky Get Home Through the storm.

 Dicky Get Home Through the storm.
 Jim, he say automobiles all stopped in snow. How Meester Gra- ham. he going to get homer"
 Like an incarnation of Nemesis, Katie stood in the doorway. of the living room, I had sat so long brood- over the feminine laughter I had heard coming over the wire when I telephoned Dicky, and the possibilities of future misery it opened up for me that had not noticed the growing violence of the storm outside nor the coming of the winter twilight. With a start realized that 1t was almost one of violent swirling snowhakes.
 What do you mean, Katie ?''' I sprang to my feet in dismay. "You cannot mean the taxis are stopped
 .Everything!" Katie visibly swelled with the importance of her position as the ofIicial announcer of bad tid., ings. Jim. he say, noting can get two feets anywhere"
 rushed to the telephone and called the Crest Haven Taxi company.
 What about that taxi you promised mo for MT. Graham at the last train. out tonight?'' demanded. unreason- able as the most untrained woman could possibly be in facing a similar emergency.
 keep on Trying
 We are terribly sorry, Mrs. Gra- ham,. The managers voice came back over the telephone, suave. un- ruffled. felt resentfully that he was not in the least sorry. that, in fact, he was maliciously glad of the fact that for once it was absolutely out of his power to satisfy tho irate patrons whose complaints he must be re- ceiving by the score. We have one taxi stalled between here and Hemp stead. three at different places along the Merrick road, and others in different places. The storm is growing worse instead of better, and don't think there Is . possibility of anything moving before tomorrow" y But what Is Mir. Graham going to do ?"s asked. I am afraid a trife wildly
 T am aR1s don't know. madam. would st8Eest that he stay in the city,
 hunse 3he receiver abruptly. Not becaus5 was through talking to the manager of the taxi company. Fl had q number of things intended to say to him later. but because there was . faint chance that might be able to get Dicky at his studio. /.
 But there was no response to my call. although even while Central kept monotonously, That num- ber does not answer begged her wildly to ''keep on trying
 Then I tried the Janitor of the studio. who, for wonder, had seen Dicky as he was leaving the building. In answer to my franAc inquiries he told me that "Mister Graham had a great big bundle and that he had heard him say he was going to take it home in spite of the storm, because there would be a taxi waiting for him at the other end. I also learned that the storm was not nearly SO bad in the city as out on Long Island, and that therefore Dicky would have no idea of the situation awaiting him until he alighted at Crest Haven.
 Without Any Success.
 sat down and tried to marshal my remembrances of Dicky's friends in the hope that might be able to get some trace of him. Lillian Under. wood was, of course, my frst thought. but upon calling her number I learned that the line was out of order on ac- count of the storm. thought of calling the art editors whom I had heard Dicky mention, and then 8 simmer of common sense made me abandon tho plan even as my hand was outstretched to the telephone. knew that only the most desperate emergency of life or death. would make Dicky forgive my hunting his -