The Dolores star., 1921-10-28

from slght up the avenue.
rat Knew every landmark on Fifth
"'eilue but on this last ride of his he
S"]e' NJ each familiar thing as IL
seeing d l"r the first time. engraving
"n us clty-ioving heart forever. The
"upe library at Forry-second street.
WIN It's guarding lions on each side
hepad! how love them lions !"
Eh"ahed Pat. The Plaza hotel which
tie hHu seen being built and rush
s"u''tllEe into first place ia the fash
''ii"ole world The park, with its
mysterious distances of greer.-he re-
u'e'i"ered how 1t looked AT dusk. when
-"' green turned to soft lavender
ana inyriads of little lights, like stars.
'"lhEIed through 1t for mile upon
mile.
AT Eighty-SiNth street he turned
east. leaving behind him the modern
palaces and the park. He crossed
LeNhgt"n avenue, then Third. then
second Ayenne A-untr it seemed as
II the street was leading them right
INTO the East river.
In front of II little row of ivy-cov-
cred red brick houses stood fanil ar
'aNirab, and ut their approach out of
Il stepped the same pretty lady. She
paih her driver hurriedly and sent him
rack toward the rushin. world Of
Fifth avenue as Pat drew up.
Pnfs fare first caught sight of the
'ANy as he was in the act of descend
.h@ IRON the cab. He stood stark still
half In and half ou; of the cab. mo
tinn'esS, rs If turned to stone.
philip" said the girl. laying her
haHd on the gloomy young mans arm.
Pat was gentleman. His associa
ton with tle beauX monde in those
splendid old days stood him in good
stead now-for he sat on top of his
ancient vehicle looking neither tn the
right nor To the left: as If he heard
ana saw nothing. Nobody stirred on
the quiet street. Pat. the young lady,
and the angry-eyed gentleman were
alon" on the brink of the East river.
"Philip." continued the lady. breath.
ieSSly: "wlen | saw you drive off with
that desperate look on your face-l
starter at the hotel told me you had
given orders to drive hereto the
riTcr-all sorts of hOrrid things came
into my mind. could have bitten
my tongue ont for the things I had
said to YOU. why did you come to
this jumping-off place. Philip"
The Young mans face twisted into
a smile. 81 live here. that's ALL" he
said. pointing to the last of the little
houses in the row. You would have
thought you We're 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 maving thing to be seen was
a big fOur-masted schooner (like Pat
and his cab, one of the last of Its
kind moving majestically up the river
In front of thcm-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 1t was be-
cause she realized the tragedy Of Pat
and his old hanson, or the four-masted
schooner on what might be Its last
voyage, or the passing of love-who
knows? But whatever 1t was, 1t was
enough for Philip. He leaped out of
the cab and lifted her In. as II 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. 1t 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
heats New York" he mused. forlornly
-"St. Patrick! How we'll hate 1t, the
nag and me.'
Three hours later he opened the lit
tle trap door in the roof. "Shure. It's
not lookin' I am, sor." he called, "but
now nlucn lpIStT w Spu WANT hie !
IFS 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
.we both think this is the incest taxi
In town. We've our own special rea
sons for liking this old bus. What
would you say to engaging yourself
70 us as our own and particular driver
nj the rate of eighty dollars monfh!
Would that cover things for your
There was silence through which
PAT looked at all the little blinking
lights of Central park and the brilliant
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