Evening star., 1921-09-25
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for a ride, which he advised against
i mile further we passed them, not
stopping in response to their hail
They did not look good to us.
The old gentleman went off on
conversational ramble forty miles long.
the first period coming when blow
out scared a word back in his throat
AS he was a shoeman, we set him to
work on Sparrow shoes, and he rem
dered real assistance in changing
tires
At Saratoga we stopped to have a
new tire mounted on the carrier. The
old one had chosen the, usual tar-bed
for it's demise, and our dinky little
golf suit of soft green was smeared
with sticky black streaks. But the
kind helper at the garage, coming to
the rescue. gasolined us off as good as
new. except for the smell.
This was race day, and the town
was filled to overfiowing-vehicle in
line, two abreast, with traffic officers
at all the crossings. And the Sparrow
stalled on us, and we had to get out
and crank up with barely enough
room to do it. 1t was our fault-the
carbureter had been cut down SO that
we were running mostly on air. and
we had forgotten to open up on slow
ing for town. On the open road this
is saving business, and the motor
runs much cooler. Going up took
y-SeVeH SdilOHS, Willie return
ing. on a very lean mixture, the same
distance was covered in twenty-five
Some ten miles further on, rolling
over cement road at twenty-five an
hour. there was clank and clatter
and the Sparrow, refusing to answer
the wheel, started for the left-hand
railing of the embankment. 1t was
merely the lower end of the steering
rod that had dropped down. A cotte1
pin had sheared. permitting the nut to
work off. All we needed was a nut
and a monkey wrench. but we did moi
was near and garage man came
along who promised 70 send a boy
right away to fix us up.
Get Every Kind Of Nut.
The boy came promptly and fixed
US up for 60 cents. Following him to
the garage, we purchased a sample of
every nut in stock, throwing them
into our tool box. One style was
missing, and we paved over every
thing. including trash piles, to find it.
for we knew in our hearts it was
thing happened again.
At the days end came a ridge, with
orchards sloping down to the river.
and across the stream a wide valley
and distant mountains beyond; and.
westward, a billowing plain dotted
tains: and upon it all the summer
sunset, brooding a goodnight kiss.
That night we slept in Kingston,
and though the day had been full, we
were not weary.
Next morning a run to Bushkill.
where we found our friend. and spent
a delightful afternoon and night.
From there we ventured to return
by way of Easton, though warned of
detours and roads under repair. The
first twenty miles from Easton south
were rather difficult. We had to cross
to the east side of the Delaware,
working down over unmapped roads
to Riegelsville. where We crossed
al ain to the west side, striking the
main highway. From there the road
was excellent, but we had lost much
time
At Buckingham we met a tobacco
salesman, a fellow f1ivverite. who
presented us with a package of long
cut and taught the old dog a new
trick in filing a pipe. He asked our
destination. and smiled forbearingly
when informed We hoped to make it
that night. cit was then l o'clock)
Emerging from the City of Brother
ly Love we were hailed by young
man. We passed him by, going
strong, struck a tar stretch and had
puncture. He overlook US while
changing tires, and helped with the
job.
He was a Baltimore boy. 1t was