No Kick Coming
One day when a coupe driven along Broadway at the rate of ten miles an honr had come within a hairbreadth of running me down I followed it np for three or fotir blocks until it carne to a halt beside the cnrbstone. "Do you know," I said to the driver, who grinned as he saw me approach, "that yon nearlyran me down ten minutes ago?" "Yes, sir, " he promptly replied. "Yon had me in between your carriage and a cable car, and it was a close cali." "Yes, it was, sir." "You didn't even try to pull up your horse, " Ipersisted. "No, sir." "Then you didn't care whether you ran me down or not?" "No, sir. " "Well, tbat's cool ! Are you in the habit of killing people who may be crossing the street as you come along?" "Not in the habit, no, sir. You see, it was this way. A gent picks me up at the Fif tb. Avenue and wants to git down to the Star theater in flve minutes. I oan't git him there in flve, but I can in eight if there isn't a block and the wheels stay on, and I does it and gets 50 cents extra. " "But where do I come in?" "You? Why, you escaped with your life, and there's no kick coming to you. Wait till you are run down aud killed and then let the widdy do the kickin."
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