The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1921-10-14

- IT, 49, NAAAAHtHNA NA A aAAN
avenue, but on this last ride OF his he
gazed at each familiar thing as il
seeing IL for the FIRST time, engraving
i on his city-lOving heart forever. The
huge library at Forty.second street,
with its guarding lions on each side
"Begad! how l love them llonsr'
groaned Pat. The Plaza hotel, which
he had seen being built and rush
cometlike into first place in the fash
ionable world. The park, with its
mysterious distances Of green-he re-
membered how It looked at dusk, when
the green turned to a soft lavender
and myriads of little lights, like stars,
twinkled through il for mile upon
mile. <
AT E~ighty-sixth street he turned
east, leaving behind him the modern
palaces and the park. He crossed
Lexington avenue, then Third, then
Second, Avenue A-untl II seemed as
If the street was leading them right
~" Aht HoNt river.
In front Of a little row Of ivy-cov-
cred red brick houses stood a familiar
taxicab, and at their approach i OF
il stepped the same pretty lady. She
paid her driver hurriedly and sent him
back toward the rushing world OF
Fifth ayenue as Pat drew up.
Pats fare first caught sight Of the
lady as he VAS in the act Of descend
ing from the cab. He stood stark stin.
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 associa
ton 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 the
right nor to the left; as II he heard
and saw nothing. Nobody stirred on
the quiet street. Pat, The young lady,
and the a~ngry-eyed gentleman we're
alone on the brink OF the East river.
"Phillp," continued the lady. breath
lessly when I saw You drive Off with
that desperate look on your face-I
just couldn't stand It, and when the
starter at the hotel told me you had
given orders 20 drive hereto the
riyer-all sorts OF horrid things came
into my mind. 1 could have bitten
my tongue out for the things ! had
said to you. I-why did you come to
this jumping-off place, Philip?"
The young mans face twisted into
a smile. q 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.
II was so quiet and still on East End
avenue. The little red house CLEANED
warm and snug in the fading sunlight;
the only maying thing to he e n
q big four-masted schooner Cike 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 ill with tears and turn her
head away, Or perhaps II 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
knowsl But whatever Il was. It was
enough for Philip. He leaped out OF
the cab and lifted her in, as II she
had been a feather. His erstwhlle
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-iust
drive on" and he Jumped hack into
the cab beside the girl.
YES, sor.r said Pat. who made for
Central park, where he saw the green
distances beginning to turn to q dainty
lavender aud the little lights sparkling
through the dusk.
And some folks say the country
heats New York" he unused. fo%rlornly
-"St. Patrick, How wen hate II. the
nag and mer
Three hours later he opened the lit
tie trap door in the roof. "Shure. IFS
not iOokin' ! am. sor." he called. ~but
how much longer do you want met
It's a hard day I have ahead OF me
TOMORROW and ms no dinner I've had.
ser.
he heard a laugh below and-
"Dmner, the poor old thing wants
giinner anne un through the trap
door. Then the young man got out
and came mp close to Pat.
"Say. driver" he said. smiling at the
girl who was leaning around the side.
1--WE both think this is the incest taxi
in town. We've our own special rea.
sons for liking this old bns. What
would You say 10 engaging Yourself
to US as our and particular driver
at the rate Of eighty dollars a month
Would that cover things for youy'
There was q silence. through which
Pat looked at all the little blinking
lights or Central park and the brilliant
length Of Fifth avenue beyond. The
Young man, not understanding, CON
tiuued: