The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1920-09-29

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make It fast! There's an
extra dollar In 1t for you
: 81 you get there in ten minutes!
clifford Harlow's voice was
straIned a6 he shouted the direc-
donB ct the driver OF the taxi ne
entered at the Pennsylvania I sLa
hon He had to get 70 Boston
* 7fhat affernoon to close big deal,
anC he had been two hours late IN
getting into the Pennsylvania; the
e3pringffeld Express left, he knew,
2 IN q quarter OF an hour. There
was an outside chance OF him max
fnR Il, ~ the taxi driver was up 10
MS work. So he settled back IN
tha cushions and abided his time
Fretttng could do no good.
The taxi shot out OF the gloom
nf the tunneIed exit into the busy
traffic Of 7th avenue, swung 70 the
north and selected comparatively
quiet crosstown street IN the upper
18th avenue.
AZ they crossed 9Th ayeune HAT
low looked at his watch. Twelve
minutes 10 train time! But they
you'd be at the station In i've
. more; a comfortable, but not TOO
cIoss margin OF safety 'the
2 ff5 ground to an abrupt halt, ana
HARLOW recovered himself from the
z floor. whittier he had been uncerl'
4 monfously pitched by the sudden
stoppaEe, and looked out OF the
window to see the cause OF the us
turbauce
Immediately in front of his We
hIcie huge delivery van. IN,
doubtedly belonging 10 one OF the
department stores whose o9cks
lined the street, had attempted ~
make short turn. It's driver mis-
3caIculating the distance from curb
4 Ia curb, had been forced to BACK
wbich lie did without sufficient
preliminary assurance that inc
sfreet was clear with the result ina
the stern OF his vast equlpaSe hdu
Thrust itself Immediately IN front
OF he hurrying taxi.
The driver had made gallant
2 kSfort to clear the numbering Oh
sSruction, with the result that
westbound taxi, also imbueu WIN
the same idea, had locked wheels
with him and slsidded against tne
curb The delivery van, finalnG IL
impossible to go back any aart tnr
and further prevented from lol:
ward motion, had stopped. anu
sseh of the three drivers was bus
M explaining in the purest Man
hsttanese Just what they thought
5E fha driving skill, mental endow.
fIents and immediate ancestry Oh
with his mind on his train, Har-
low tried to swing open the Ieit
hand door OF his taxi, to tinu tnaL
the rear OF the van blocked ms
IAtV3 hn turned 10 the
right hand door to find hlmsHn
looking into pair or Indignant
biue ewes and liearIg n voice that
was a direct defendant OF the
music OF the spheres mourning:
e'twell why don't we go ahead
HerloE,s intention Of using bad
Language instantly died. he raiSGa
i his hat as we'll as he could IN nus
cramped quarters and replied I'm
sure / don't know. We seem to b.
stuck here forever. And nave 10
saRnt I must be at the McAlpin
sby 10 o'clock" she said imperious'
KS as though Hartow's trou9ieS
lyiere OF small account. And
don'f see why this taxi doesn't go
ahead. Driver! Why don't you go
orr .,,, -.
Blue eyes seemed unstatsEied ny
the explanation. But the driver
YVES still engaged in his woroy con,
troyersy, to the huge delight OF
the small crowd that had gathereG,
around and seemed to hold nut no
promise OF Immediate progress.
Harlow came to the rescue.
0Suppose we get out and take
and otf1er taxi?" he suggested.
tsRut can't get out!" the voice
was almost fearful. Harlow aban-
doned all thought OF his train now
hopelessly lost, mad turned htmself
! 20 the problem of extricating beau-
~ from distress. In a moment ne
had solved 1t.
~ together, and 1t was Impossible
10 open either door, but II one door
were removed the other could
swing wide enough TO permit the
exit OF slender person. He open
s,fed his door as far as he could
q foot or so-and threw all his
weight against 1t. The old hinges
creaked and gave. Another violent
the street between the two cabs.
Harlow swung open the door OF
the other machine and assisted the
GIRL to alight. He was just about to
climb out himself when the driver
appeared irate and indignant.
"Heyl Wotcha think yer dom
howIed he. "Wotcha wanna bust
that door for. Who's gonna pay
fer 1t, I'd like ter know
"I1l pay for it." interposed HaT
low. "My mama Is Clifford Har'
low, and / am travelling for the
Henderson Iron Works In CleVe-
land. Il" but he got no further.
'T dunno you from Adam!"
shrieked the driver. I'm gonna
call cop / am. You cant get
away with nothin' like that in
N'Yawk see?"
Harlow felt a sinking sensation.
ne had helped beauty In distress
{ II was true-but at what cost!
He would have to go to the police
i station; his trip would be lost; he
lcneW he did not have enough mon
ey with him to buy new door,
and would be reduced to wiring the
1Sfirm for more. It might cost him
IL lob. He turned slightly pale.
THE driver looked Rdamanine.
could he do7.
But a cool little voice interrosed
itself into the dispute.
hDrtYerP II said sharply. The
tH1f.bandit turned. The girl from
the other car was standing beside
the two men.
'Driver you will not take this
man to the police station, or any
Wher else. ! happen to know, him