He Was Whipsawed

"Can you drive?" asked a fair young East End damsel as slie stood by the side of her adorer and gazed out of the window at the snow. "Oh, yes," replied the young man unthinkingly. "I'm quite a good driver." "And it looka like good sleighing," the girl went on. "Y-e-o-s." The younc; man relapsed into silence, which was oecupied chiefly in mental calculations as to how many sleigh rides at current; rates he eould afford on his $10 a week salary. "You said you could drive, didn't you?" asked the girl, resuming the subject. "Well - er - it's been a long time since I did much driving, and I'm afraid it would hardly be safe for me to undertake it." "Oh, I'm so sorryl I was just going to ask papa to have the cutter hitched up so