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BY THE WAY. i

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BY THE WAY. i The Town "Tank." I Our small but illustrious comrqjinity has y for more years than I can remember been served by the "Town Cab." Its fidelity to our travelling needs" was touching and conspicu- ous. Never, did we enter our wants upon the slate which hung a.t its stable but it was punctually at our door and its obliging driver read-y to, carry out our baggage and pile it on the roof. Oftentimes the conveyance creaked with its weight and the erection of suit cases and bonnet boxes swayed ominously as it made its way to the station, but never, so far as I know, has anything untoward hap- pened en route. This is, no doubt, largely due to the care with which the Town Cab was invariably driven, the brakes being regu- larly applied at the approach to any trivial graddent, and we used to console ourselves with the happy reflection that, though a swift walker might reach the station slightly ahead of the cab, "slow" was* more than compen- sated for by sure" in the policy of loco- motion -on which the chariot was controlled. Then came a day that will long linger in the memory of the community on which, first rumours, and later more circumstantial ac- counts reached us' of disaster. The most prevalent version was that an engine, making its way over a level crossing, whither the Town Cab had been chartered by a more than usually adventurous fare," had dealt a inottal blow. at the ancient edifice, ,,and that a disconsolate driver was left weeping over the remains of what once upon a time might have been "a thing of beauty," but was, alas! destined to leave unfulfilled its aim to become ■" a joy for ever, even in the local museum. My own opinion, is, however, that, like -Oliver Wendell Holmes's "one hoss shay," by sheer force of logic and old. age "It went to pieces all at All at once, and nothing first,— Just as bubbles do when they burst." Anyhow,it was obvious that the "Town Cab" was no more, and for a few daxk days we I wondered how we should get to and from the station with our luggage. Then suddenly a wonderful thing happened. Men talked. about it in the train. Ladies commented over it at the afternoon tea-table. Were it not for "the exceptional pressure on our space'' I have no doubt a paragraph would have ap peared about it in the local newspapers. A new cab appeared on the streçts-only it was a taxi! A taxi in Muddleton was an un- N heard of event. Strangers to the town who hired, motors from the local garages, it is true, had often called them "taxis," but we put that down to their "big town ways," and we ourselves declined to take the term into our local vocabulary. But here was a ifcrue and unchallengeable "taxi," and to make sure there should be no mistake the words station taxi P were painted in big white letters all over the top of it. Perhaps it was as well that the matter should, thus be made clear, for otherwise there was some danger of misapprehension. Hearing it approach a quarter of mile away you were easily led to conclude that it was a trac- tion engine. When you saw it come deliber- ately round the bend of the road-for deli- berateness was still the policy of its control— little children thought of the wonderful animals they had. read of in books about the African jungle, and a soldier home on leave from the front exclaimed, Good Lord! if it isn't a blooming tank." So we straightway christened it, not in derision but adoration, the Town Tank," and any day of the week you may meet it in the streets and fancy your- self in a German trench with the monster creeping towards you. It is an eerie experi- ence, but we are getting used to it. If, as you sit- at breakfast, you hear a series of groans and grunts and spasmodic splutters, you know it is not an air raid, but the dear old thing calling to pick up Jones, who lives a littlè. i further down the street. Jones himself pro- baby has started to walk to make sure of catching his train, .but eventually, after Jnuch winding and grinding, hooting and ehoo ing, the "Town Tank" follows with UK a sured dignity bearing his belongings. Some times there are pauses in the procession. In the act of tizrning, the "Tank" has occasion- ally the obstinate habit of sitting down tight athwart the Toad and refusing to stir pno way or the other. A too sudden applica- tion of the brake in the traffic of the main Street, it may be to avoid a passing bicycle, :will have a similar effect on the creature's firtia, and Mrs. Jonas, putting her head out of the window, will add insult to injury by petulantly reminding the whiledom driver of the cab, now emerging from the chrysalis stage of chauffeur, that "there is only two < jninijtes to spare." But the situation is generally saved, and fier fussiness is reproved by a sudden leap forward at the most unexpected moment, and jfche Tank" grinds into the station yard with just enough momentum to carry it to ithe booking office door in the nick of time before the engine once more as suddenly jrtops, while the chauffeur jumps down and jeypens the door with characteristic courtesy as if that were the way in which he really had meant to pull up. It is not the process by which taxis stop in Lonaon, but, then, you cannot have it every way, and, speaking personally, I am prepared to put up with mufeh from the "Town Tank" in exchange for the smile qnct. the willing nimbleness of te8 For, happily, he has not yet acquired either the taxi-driver's face, or the taxi-driver's churlish manners. His smile is still the smile of the one hoss shay, and his ready alacrity to help me out and get down my luggage, has nothing about it asso- ciated with the stolid and contemptuous in- difference of the Cockney manipul- ator of the disks which register those fleeting" twopences. So my tribute to the ",Town Tank" shall be one of unstinted glory and praise. Long may it remain on its wonderful journeys to and fro, and never may it become as other taxis, in which the mere lust for speed, and silence and all the other merely utilitarian virtues of locomotion are allowed to smother that "Faculty for quaint caprice" which the poet has truly defined as "The priceless cause of human mirth." A PHILOSOPHER off THE PROWL.

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