through scrambling up, he lighted a match and held it up to the sign. 'Eighteenth Avenue,' he said.
"What's on the other side?' I asked.
"'Your street runs east and west,' he said, and began to climb down.
"'But look, do look!' I cried, perfectly certain that he would find it to be 'Iuka.'
"He scrambled back and lighted another match. 'Waldeck Avenue,' he read, cheerfully.
"I groaned, and he came sliding down the bank.
"'Where now, lady?' he asked.
"I got out of the cab. 'You wait here,' I said, 'I'm going to inquire at that house.'
"He climbed into his seat again, and followed slowly, as I headed for the nearest window. I went along the sidewalk at first; and then, because it was too dark to find the pathway, I crossed the lawn, under the trees, and up onto somebody's veranda, and rang the bell.
"A gentleman came to the door, and looked rather surprised when he saw me, with my valise, at that time of night. 'Can you tell me where 1944 Iuka Avenue is?' I asked.
