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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 01, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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"OLD READY"
By Augustus Goodrich Sherwin.
(Copyright by WG. Chapman.)
Big Tim finished tHeSast crumb of
his midnight lunch on the driver's
seat of his old-fashioned four-wheeled
hack. Then he took a red, luscious-looking
apple from his pocket.
"No," he said suddenly, drawing it
back as he was about to sink his
teeth in its juicy depths "Old Ready
will cheer up a bit if I give it to him
Munched at the Last Shred of the
Toothsome Dainty.
and he deserves it brave, loyal fel
low!" So Tim got down from his seat,
broke the pippin in two with his
strong fists and fed the sections to
the horse. The latter tried to ex
press his appreciation of the cheering
feast. He munched at the last shred
of the toothsome dainty, his eye fixed
gratefully on his master and then
rubbed his frowsy cheek against that
of Tim.
"It's all right, isn't it?" chirped
Tun- "Ever the-best of friends, hey,
old scout? What chums we've been
nigh on to twenty years And now
ah me!"
Tim sighed, and well he might. The
good old days were gone, indeed.
Square by square, mile by mile laws,
ordinances, the police had pushed the
old cab stand further and further
from the city center. New centers
had been formed, but chauffeurs and
automobiles and electric cabs had in
truded. Thus for over a year Tim and
Ready had been obliged to make their
night stand at the present corner-
a street car junction. An occasional
fare came along. There were some
exigency midnight calls from doctors,
the hospital, or some belated con
vivialists. Tim had grown and hardened in
the service. Ready was drooping and
grey. The hack had seen both its
best and its worst days. There was
a family of four at home. Tim knew
nothing but driving a hack, so he was
fast going down hill with a failing
business.
"If I only had the capital to buy
an electric cab," he mused longingly.
"And a new suit. Then me for a
fashionable hotel stand or the depots
and a good rest for you, old Ready.
Fare, sir?"
Tim, . always on the lookout for
business, as a feature of routine hail
ed a man who had suddenly appear
ed, looking about him as though in
a hurry or anxious to hurry others.
He was a well-dressed, handsome
young fellow and he seemed fluster
ed and excited.
The stranger looked over Tim, then
his hack, and then old Ready. It was
apparent from the disappointed ex
pression of his face that the layout
was not encouraging.
"See here," he said rapidly, "is
there a public garage anywhere
near?"
"Mile down the avenue," vouchsaf
ed Tim.
Again the man looked over Tun
and his equipment.
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