Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-08-07
WORLD FAMOUS STORIES
MR.. PICKwICK DRIVES


tcharles Dickens. 1si2-is?o. was IA
nous British novelist, author OF The
Plekvick Papers. David CoppeTaeio'
Tale OF Two Cities" etc.
The chaise was "a curious little green
box or four wheels. with a low place
Ike 8 wine-bin for two behind, and az
elevated perch for one in front. drawn
by an immense brown horse, displaying
great symmetry of bone. An hostlel
stood near, holding by the bride an
other immense horse-apparently q
near relative Of the animal in the ehaise
ready saddled for Mr.. Wrinkle.
Bless my souli" said Mr.. Pickwick
as they stood upon the pavement while
drive? / never thought of that"
"Oh, you, of course" said Mr.. Tup-
man. ''Of course" said Mr.. Snodgress
''I?' exclaimed Mr.. Pickwick.
Not the slightest fear, sir" inter-
posed the hostler. Warrant him quiet
sir. A hinfant in arms might drive
him"
He don't shy, does hep" inquired Mr.
Pickwick
shy. sirP He wouldn't shy if he was
30 meet a vagginload of monkeys with
their tails burnt of"
The last recommendation was indis-
putahle Mr.. Tupnan ara Mr.. Snod-
grass got into the bin; Mr.. Pickwick
assembled to his perch. and deposited his
feet on floor clothed shelf, erected be-
meath for that purpose.
Woo" cried Mr. Piekwick, as the
tall quadruped evinced a decided incli-
nation TO back into the coffee-room
window
only his playfulness," said the
hostler encouragingiY.
Mr.. Wrinkle climbed into his saddle
with about as much difficulty as he
would have experienced getting up the
side OF a first-rate man-of-war.
"An right?" inquired Mr.. Pickwick,
with an inward presentiment that IT
was all wrong.
~All right" replied Mr.. Wrinkle
family.
Away went the chaise, and the sad
box of the one, and Mr. Wrinkle on the
back Of the other, TO the delight and
qualification OF the whole innyard.
What makes him 60 sideways" said
Ar. SnoSgrass in the bin to Mr.. Wrinkle
tn the saddle.
Il can't imagine" replied Mr.. Wrinkle
His horse was drifting up the street ir
the most mysterious manner-Side first
with his head toward one side of thu
way and his tail toward the other.
Mr. Pickwick had no leisure to observe
either this or any other particular. tht
whole Of his faculties being coucen.
trsted in the management Of the ANNA
attached to the chaise, who displayed
VARIOUS peculiarities. highly interesting
70 a bystander, but by no means equally
amusing to any one seated behind him
Besides constantly jerking his head up
In a very unpleasant and uncomfortable
manner, and Juggling at the reinS 70 ar
extent which rendered 1t a matter o.
great difficulty for Mr. Pickwick 70 hoIs
them. he had singular propensity fol
darting suddenly every now and ther
To the side Of the road. then stopping
snort. and then rushing forward fol
some minutes, at speed which II wa
wholly impossible TO control.
What can he mean by tfis?" salt
Mr Snodgrass. when the horse had exc
cuted this nsneuver for the twentieth
tine.
I don't know" replied Mr.. Tup.
man, 1T looks very ike shying, don
it?" MIR Enodgrass was about 10 reply
when he was interrupted by shou
from Mr. Pickgick.
Woo" SAID that gentleman: 'I'y
dropped my whip"
Wrinkle" said Mr.. Snodgrass, a
the equestrian came LrOttlnE up on IN
tell horse, with his hat over his ears
and shaking all over, as If he woul'
shake to pieces, with the violence c
the exercise. pick up the whip, there
8 good fellow"
A1r Wrinkle pulled al the bride Of tn
tall horse till he was black in the face
and having At length succeeded in stop
ping him. diSgnOunted, handed the Hni
10 Mr. PICK WICK. and gra8ping the REIN
prepared To rennount Now whether tn
tall horse, in The natural playfulnes
Of his disposition. was DESTROYS Of nav
ing q little innocent recreation with VI
Wrinkle. or whether i occurred 10 hir
taat he could perform the journey q
much " his own satisfaction without
rider as with one, are uOiItg upo
which, u course we can arrive at r
definite and distinct conclusion. II
whatever motives the animal was aett
ated. certain 1t is that Mr. Wrinkle ha
40 sooner touched the reins, than /
slipped them over his read and darte
backward ~ their faii length.
Poor fellow" said Mr. Wrinkle sootf
ingly poor feIloW-good Old horse
The poor fellow" was proof again