Judsonia weekly advance., 1921-08-18

at his fare below until she disappeared from sight up the avenue.
 Pat knew every landmark on Fifth | avenue, but on this last ride of his he gazed at each familiar thing as If seeing it for the first time. engraving | it on his clty-loving heart forever. The huge library at Forty second street, | with its guarding lions on each side | "Begad how I love them lions !" groaned Pat. The Plaza hotel, which he had seen being built and rush comet-like into first place in the fash ionable world The park, with it's mysterious distances of green-he re- | membered how it looked at dusk when | the green turned to soft lavender and myrads of little lights, like stars, twinkled through it for mile upon mile.
 At Eighty-sixth street he turned east leaving behind him the modern palaces and the park. He crossed Lexington avenue, then Third, then Second, Avenue A-until it seemed as | if the street was leading them right into the East river.
 In front of little row of ivy-cov- cred red brick houses stood familiar | taxicab, and at their approach out of 1t stepped the same pretty lady. She paid her driver hurriedly and sent him back toward the rushing world of | Fifth avenue as Pat drew up. 
 Pats fare first caught sight of the | lady as he was in the act of descend ing from the cab. He stood stark still, half in and half out of the cab, mo- | tionless, as if turned to stone Philip" said the girl, laying her hand on the gloomy young mans arm. | Pat was a gentleman. His assoca- | tion with the beaux monde in those | splendid old days stood him in good stead now-fOr he sat on top of his ancient vehicle looking neither to tha right nor to the left; as if he heard and saw nothing. Nobody stirred on the quiet street. Pat, the young lady, and the angry-eyed gentleman were alone on the brink of the East river.
 "Philip," continued the lady, breath lessly; "when saw you drive off with that desperate look on your face-I | just couldn't stand it, and when the | given orders to drive hereto the rlver-all sorts of horrid things came | into my mind. I could have bitten my tongue out for the things I had said to you. I-why did you come to this jumping-off place, Philip?" | The young mans face twisted into a smile. "I live here, that's all," he | said, pointing to the last of the little houses in the row. You would have | thought you were miles and miles away from the theaters and the ships, 1t was so quiet and still on East End avenue. The little red house gleamed warm and snug in the fading sunlight i; the only maving thing to be seen was a big four-masted schooner Qike Pat and his cab, one of the last of its kind) moving majestically up the river in front of them-silent and swift as the wind caught its broad white sails. |. Perhaps it was the unexpected beauty of the scene that made the girls eyes fill with tears and turn her head away. Or perhaps it was be- cause she realized the tragedy of Pat and his old hanson, or the four-masted schooner on what might be it's last voyage. or the passing of love-who enough for Philip. He leaped out of the cab and lifted her in, as if she had been feather. His erstwhile gloomy face was alight, his voice vital and ringing as he called to Pat:
 'Hey, there, old sober-sides; drive on. It doesn't matter where-just drive on," and he jumped back into the cab beside the girl.
 "Yes, sor," said Pat, who made for Central park. where he saw the green distances beginning to turn to dainty lavender and the little lights sparkling through the dusk.
 "And some folks say the country beats New York" he unused, fOrlornly -"St Patrick How we'll hate it, the nag and mel"
 Three hours later he opened the lit tie trap door in the roof. "Shure, it's not lookin' am, sor." he called, "but how much longer do you want me? It's hard day I have ahead of me tomorrow and it's no dinner I've had, sor"
 He heard laugh below and "Dinner! the poor old thing wants dinner!" came up through the trap door. Then the young man got out and came up close to Pat.
 Say driver" he said, smiling at the | girl who was leaning around the side i've both think this Is the incest taxi | in town. We've our own special req sons for liking this old bus. What would you say to engaging yourself to us as our own and particular driver at the rate of eighty dollars a month? Would that cover things for youY
 There was silence, through which | Pat looked at all the little blinking lights of Central park and the brilliant