Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1921-08-13


mysterious distances Of green-he re-
ncInbcrcd how II looked at dusk, when
the green turned 10 u soft lavender
aud myriads Of little lights, like stars.
twinkled through 1t for mile upon
mile.
Al Eighty-sixth street he turned
east. leaving behind him the modern
palaces and the park. lie crossed
Lexington avenue. then Third. then
Second, Avenue A-untll II seemed as
II the street was leading them right
into the East river
In front Of little row of ivy-coy-
cred red brick houses stood familiar
taxicab. and AT their approach out of
il stepped the same pretty lady. She
paid her driver hurriedly and sent him
back toward the rushing world ~
Fifth avenue ms Pat drew up.
Pats fare first ughi sight OF The
lady as he was In me act uf descend
ing from the cab. He stood stark still.
half in and half out of the cab. mo
tionlcSs. rs II turned 10 stone
philip" said the girl laying her
hand on the gloomy young mans arm.
Pat was gentleman. Ills associa-
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 the
right nor To the left as II he heard
and saw nothing Nobody stirred IN
the quiet street Pat. the young lady.
and the angry-eyed gentleman We're
alone on the brink of the East river.
philip" continued the lady. breath
leSSly; "whcn saw you drive of with
that desperate look on your face-I
just couldn't stand Il. and when the
starter nj the hotel told me you had
given orders To- drive hereto the
rlvcr--al sorts Of horrid things came
into my mind could have bitten
my tongue out for the things ! had
said 10 you. why did YOU come 10
this jumplng-off place. Philip
The young mans face twisted into
n smile II 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 50 quiet and still an East End
avenue The little red house gleamed
warm and snug In the fading sunlight:
the only mavinc thing To he seen was
biz fnur-mnStcd schooner (like Pat
and his cab. one 81 the last of lis
kind) moving maIeStically up the river
IN front Of them silent and swift as
the wind caught It's broad white sails.
Perhaps IL was the unexpected
beauty Of the scene that mad" the
girls eyes MI with tears and turn her
head away or perhaps II was he
cause she realized the tragedy Of Pat
and his old hanson. or the four-ma>'ed
schooner on what might he its last
voyage or the passing 81 love who
knows: But whatever II was. II was
enough for Philip He lcaped out OF
the cab and lifted her in as II she
had been feuthrr His erSiwhlle
gloom, face was alight. his voic" vital
and ringing rs he called :" Pat.
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