The Henry County weekly. (McDonough, GA.) 18??-1934, July 22, 1921, Image 3
Romance • ANIMATED SLIME. Synopsis. Robert Hervey Ran dolph, young New York man-about town, leaves the home of his sweet heart, Madge Van Tellier, cha grined because of her refusal of his proposal of marriage. His Income, SIO,OOO a year, which he must sur render if a certain Misa Imogen Pamela Thornton (whom he has seen only as a small girl ten years before) is found, is not considered by the girl of his heart adequate to modern needs. “I'm through and I’m going,” said Bobby. Madge suggested a farewell kis3. Nothing doing. Bobby didn’t approve of her views of life and told her so. PART I—Continued. — 2— On that day she had been Miss Imo gene Pamela Thornton, petted darling of the gods and Mr. Brewster Thorn ton, banker and widower; two months later had come Thornton’s financial smash and, immediately afterward, his spiritual, moral and bodily collapse. Everything that had made for life In him having been swept away, he died as a matter of course, and was buried. For sole inheritance, little Genie Thornton found herself possessor and possessed of one Maggie O’Rourke, a nurse of long standing, of earnest and faithful face, and a monster heart im prisoned in a pitifully thin chest. It had taken Genie’s great-uncle, Asa Thornton, six more months to for get a quarrel of sixteen years’ stand ing with his nephew, and by that time child and nurse had been seeped into that lower world which can’t afford morning and afternoon editions and is too busy praying for daily bread to look for a rain of manna in the daily press, In short, Maggie and her charge, traced down the ladder of reputable, disreputable and Impossible lodgings, had slipped ultimately from sight and the ken of people with addresses, and. as a result, Mr. Robert Hervey Ran dolph, whose relationship to Mr. Asa Thornton is of no import whatever to this tale of cause and effect, came into ten thousand a year and a string—the string being the possible reappearance of Miss Imogene Pamela. “Bob,” had said old Asa, on the verge of a tardy demise, “I’m not in troducing you to a war between con science and self-interest. There’s no silly story-book test about my money; you are under no obligation to look for Imogene or to shout if you step on her by any twist of chance. My law yers have all the Instructions neces sary along those lines; they are to make every reasonable effort, and if they succeed, why, you’re man enough to look out for yourself. It —it isn’t going to make a devil of a lot of differ ence to me where the cash goes so long as I die with —die with the credit." With that last sentence, his mind had stumbled and wandered off to memories of his nephew Brewster. Looking back from the vantage of twenty-six years, Randolph caught, for the first time, the full import of Asa Thornton’s farewell words to him and to life: “Die with the credit.” They held the kernel of the old man’s carefully measured amend. “Great old top!” murmured Mr. Randolph aloud, and "half unconscious ly turned to the left at Forty-second street. Five minutes later he was caught in the maelstrom of the Thanksgiving crowd milling around Times square. Presently he found himself on the edge of a human sea, banked up to give passage to a honking empty taxi cab. Here was another question for a suddenly inquiring mind. Where did taxi-cabs, empty ones, go to in such a hurry? The door of this one was swinging open, and the proof of how intent the crowd was on its myriad individual goals is evidenced by the fact that a dozen voices did not in form the driver that the season was off for fans on wheels. The cab was moving more slowly than Mr. Randolph’s subconscious mind, which led him to step into it and quietly close the inviting door. Upon seating himself, he tried to analyze the impulse that had lifted him from the curb. He decided that it was not so much the curiosity as to the desti nation of empty cabs as a natural and ancient dislike for being pushed and elbowed by people. It was not long before the cab, un wittingly loaded for bear, drew up with a final honk at the stage-door of the Crocodile. Immediately came a rasping voice that was vaguely fa miliar to Mr. Randolph. “Well,” it said, “you sure took your own time getting here.” The driver, expert in aggravating repartee with out words, pressed the bulb of his atrocious horn three times. “Cut it out!” said the rasping voice. “There isn’t any hurry now.” It was incredible, reasoned Mr. Ran dolph with himself, that anyone should forget that voice once heard, and he was right. He remembered it. It was the voice of Mr. Duke Beamer, whom he had had the distinct pleasure of blackballing for one club in college and three in town. Mr. Beamer, to bis honest mind, was the best living ex ample of animated slime In tailor made clothes, Mr. B. was not alone; Mr. Randolph could just see his companion through the slant of the half-raised window glass, and even that distorted glimpse was very close to a vision. The g|rl was young, beautiful, and troubled. Her cheeks were thin and pale, her parted lips aqulver; her chin was a tremble. Of course she was very cheaply but neatly clothed? “Make up your mind,” said the rasp ing voice. “Ride with me or walk the streets by yourself, and don’t forget that there’s no job behind you. You’ve said good-by to that door for good.” The girl’s wan face went through that contortion which says, “I won’t cry,” and doesn’t, thereby achieving a pity beyond the meed of tears. The quivering of her lips, the trembling of her chin grew more pronounced—only to steady down as she swept up strick en and imploring eyes to the face of the unseen man. “Oh, Duke,” she begged, "promise— promise you’ll be always good to me.” “Of course, little one,” said the rasp ing voice, promptly and much relieved, promising lightly to pay on demand, in full for a soul delivered in advance. “You’ll never regret it, believe me." The girl tore her doubting eyes from his face and stepped toward the cab. Mr. Randolph made himself ex ceeding small in the corner nearest the curb. An unseen agent opened the door; the girl slipped in and turned to seat herself; her escort made to follow. Then did Mr. Randolph suddenly lean forward and proceed to push in the face of Mr. Beamer with his open hand and the full weight of his shoul der. That astonished scion of a once gentlemanly house reeled backward and sat down on the pavement ker plunk. “My, what a bump!” spoke a keen young voice over Mr. Randolph’s shoulder, but he was too occupied to take note of it at the time. He leaned far out so that the driver could get the full effect of his modish top hat and spoke cryptic words. “Ten dollars’ worth of the park,” is what he said. The driver welcomed the sudden apparition with a friendly grin, honked defiantly three times, and threw in the clutch. They were off, and trailing after them came such a string of blasphemous utterances as made Mr. Randolph wince. The girl was laughing. No longer did her eyes search for a gleam they thought they had lost forever. It was there within them, come back to rol lick in her pupils and spill itself in reckless spending. “Oh! Oh! What a bump!" she gasped. “Funny, wasn’t it?” said Mr. Ran dolph weakly. “Awfully,” said the girl. Thereupon fell a long silence. The cab cut across the traffic, reached the Avenue, and eventually the dark . ark before Mr. Randolph found anything further to say. “Funny, wasn’t it?” he remarked. The girl cast him a startldd look. “Why,” she gurgled, “that’s what you said before.” “So I did,” said Mr. Randolph, frowning thoughtfully. “So I did. By the way, what’s your name?” The girl caught her breath and swallowed her laughter. “Vivienne Vivierre,” she said, after a pause. ( “How awful!” commented Mr. Ran HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY, McDONOUGH, GEORGIA. dolph. “One of those deliberate al literations that go with the back row of the chorus," “Front row,” Vivienne defended promptly, but unsmiling. Her lips twitched down at the corners. “At least, it was front row.” “I know,” said Mr. Randolph. “You’ve been fired. I heard what Beamer said to you. How long have you known that snake?” “Not very long,” she answered. “He got me on, and I suppose he got me off.” She, drew a long breath and turned appealing eyes to Randolph. “Please,” she said, “don’t let’s talk about him. I want so to be happy for a few minutes. I love the park at night with its border of lights. Let’s play a game.” “‘A game?’ ’’ said Randolph doubt fully. “Yes. We’ll guess which is Central Park West and which is One Hundred and Tenth street and which Is the ; ve nue. It is not as easy as you think after you’ve been going round a while. I’m feeling d-dizz.v a-already.” "You are!” exclaimed Mr. Randolph. “Well, let me fell you It Isn’t from buzzing round a two-mile circuit. What did you have for dinner?” Miss Vivienne shnt her lips tight. “Won’t you please play my game?” she asked faintly. Mr. Randolph frowned as though considering the subject very seriously, but the matter that held his attention was not the proposed guessing-match. That would not have been fair nor amusing, as the deadlights of his own very comfortable apartment blinked at him every time they came to Fifty ninth street. He was justifying to himself a very questionable move. He .jmmr “My, What a Bump!” wished to feed this stray damsel and, at the same time, talk to her with a purpose. He could not see himself doing it in a cabaret, and every hotel supper room had already become one of those things. He came to a decision arid spoke. “I’ll take a hand In your game, all right, but not just as you think. Do you—would you trust me?” Immediately the girl was on her guard. She looked Into his face and road it. “I would never have thought of not trusting you if you hadn’t asked that old, old trap question,” she said gravely. “Forget that I asked It,” said Mr. Randolph promptly, and leaned out to give the driver his address. A thln lipped and weary scorn was still on that Individual’s face when he drew up before Mr. Randolph’s abode and honked three times derisively to the world in general as seen from the front of a taxi. “Walt,” said Mr. Randolph to the ‘SURE GUILTY OF SOMETHING’ Fact That It Didn’t Happen to Be Larceny Didn’t Make Much Dif ference to Hank. There is an old New England squire whose knowledge of the statute law Is limited, but who has decided views as to common justice. Not long ago a certain Hank Miller was brought be fore him, charged with larceny. It ap peared from the evidence that Hank had rented a horse from a farmer to do some hauling and that, during the period the animal had remained In his possession, he had fed it from the own er’s stock of grain, although the agree ment was that Hank himself should supply the feed. He was charged by the farmer, therefore, with the theft of two bushels of oats and corn. “The statutes made and provided,” the old squire announced ponderously, “say that theft is to convert to your own use the property of another. The horse is the servant of the owner, not of Hank, and Hank converted them oats to the horse’s use, not his—so 1 acquit Hank of stealin’ them oats —he ain’t guilty of larceny.” Hank rose, thanked the squire and lehn, as he handed out the girl. She paused with one foot half-way ra the curb, but that single word directing anything as expensive as a taxi to stand by reassured her. Randolph preceded her to show the way and turn on lights. He never looked back to see if she followed, and this implied trust in herself seemed to drag her after him up the single flight of stairs that led to his rooms. “Old-fashioned but cozy," he said, as he applied a latch-key and opened a door that gave directly on a large square sitting room. "I hate elevators in a place you call home,” In an open grate was a dying wood fire. He proceeded to poke and feed it at once, saying over his shoulder: ’ "Sit down anywhere, will you?” Facing the fire was a deep and much worn leathern couch, with a pedestal at each end carrying shaded lamps. They were the only ones he had light ed and their glow was so subdued that It blended with that of the fire without fighting It. The girl chose to seat her self stiffly in a corner of this couch. Mr. Randolph looked at her rigid pose with marked disapproval, but said nothing. Having rejuvenated the fire till it leaped merrily to an attack on the fresh backlog, he left the room and was absent for a considerable time. When he returned, it was to place a small table before his guest, and then he fetched a tray well load ed with those things which grace in perpetuity a healthy bachelor’s larder. He drew up a chair for himself and, with an inviting nod, started to eat a great deal and very rapidly. “Get In on the lunch while there’s time,” he admonished. “I warn tyou there’s nothing more In the house." The girl gave him a grateful look and proceeded to fill herself with the most sustaining food within reach. She did not fail to note that there was nothing to drink but water. When they could oat no more, Mr. -Randolph removed the table, and then seated himself in the opposite corner of the couch. “You don’t seem to be at ease here,” he said presently. “If you think you’ll be more comfortable, we can go down and sit in the cab. I want to talk to you.” “My dear Imogene Pamela Thornton.” (TO UK CONTINUED.) Amber Long in Use. The modern use of oil of amber, both externally and internally, is often mentioned. It lias been denied that amber was known to the Greeks in very early times, the Greek electron having been used as a name both for It and for an amalgam of gold and silver, a species of gold ore washed down by the Pactolus; but amber has actually .been found at Mycenae, and the fact that the electron necklace mentioned in the Odyssey Is said to have been a gift from Phoenicia means much. The Phoenicians are known to have introduced amber into the East, and Herodotus says it was brought from the River Erhlanus in the extreme west of Europe. Mistake Made by Many. We have no right to presume upon the good offices of good angels. Inter est in our affairs does not follow as a matter of necessity. 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