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PART ll—Continued.
Her voice came back to him from
very close as though her face had
been pressed to the glass In an effort
to make him out. “At the corner of
the Avenue and East Ninth street.”
Ten minutes later he drew up his
cab at the appointed spot and reached
back to throw open the door, but kept
ids foot on the clutch release, leaving
the gears in mesh, first speed ahead.
All his precautions were in vain.
As he opened the cab door his coat
sleeve was seized in a very determined
grip and drawn inward, catching his
elbow in a jiu-jutsu leverage that left
him the Hobson’s choice of either get
ting out and facing his captor or lis
tening to his arm break. He chose
to get down from his seat quickly.
“Well, Bobby,” murmured Miss Van
T.
Mr. Randolph attempted no evasion;
be handed the lady to the curb and
guided her gently toward her own
door and up the high steps. “Madge,”
he said, “you fought a great fight to
night and when you had won you felt
sorry for Tremont and surrendered.
You were swept too high on the wave
of the best that is in you. Promise
me that you won’t forget that you
have won. Promise me that you will
wait and take Tremont, all of him,
with honor.”
“What do you mean? What did
you hear?” cried Miss Van T. angrily,
her pale face suddenly flushing.
“From the start of the ride to the
finish I heard every word," declared
Mr. Randolph frankly, “and more."
“And more!” repeated the hard
pressed girl. “What do you mean by
more?” She still tried to browbeat
him, but remembering one incredibly
long kiss, her eyes fell in the unequal
battle with Bobby’s and attempted to
create diversion by staring at his gai
tered legs and heavily booted feet.
“Look up, Madge. Look at me,"
said Mr. Randolph and waited patient
ly until first her long lashes fluttered
and then her lovely eyes swept slowly
up to his face. “That’s it,’ 1 he con
tinued as their looks met and locked.
“Let’s* hold that so we can’t lie.”
“Why should I lie if you really heard
everything?” asked Miss Van and
suddenly smiled.
“Madge, you little devil,” said Mr.
Randolph, suppressing an Impulse to
shake her, “can you think of what
you’ve been doing and laugh?"
“Yes, I can, Just now,” said Miss
Van T., in little gasping phrases that
to a man, especially one of Mr. Ran
dolph’s limpid nature, carried only
their face value in words, but which
to any woman would have read as
plainly as the red-weather signal,
“Look out for showers of tears fol
lowed by storm.”
“Well,” said Mr. Randolph solemnly,
“if you really don't realize just where
you have been, let me tell you. First
you flew high into clean air and you
took Tremont with you. You were
possessed of a vision and you made
him see it, too, a mirage of those
lifted places that are the altar of the
mind before love. Just a mirage, an
illusion of perfect happiness, which
cold reason tells us we can’t ever turn
into reinforced concrete and plant in
the yard, but which we must either
forever hold as a vision or admit that
love is a sordid and wingless thing.”
Miss Van Tellier’s eyes fell from
his frank gaze. Something seemed to
crumple within her; she put her arms
around Mr. Randolph’s neck, clung
to him, dropped her face against his
shoulder and sobbed, not noisily, but
as one who weeps to rest
He held her close to him and went
on, his face set as though to a duty.
“Then what did you do? Because he
hesitated, merely hesitated at the high
door of adoration, you promptly
slammed it and dropped plumb
straight down like that traitor arch
angel Johnny out of heaven into the
arms of hell.”
"Bobby!” cried Miss Van T., throw
ing back her head and struggling to
release herself. “How dare you say
a thing like that? How dare you be
here, anyway? I hate you. I don’t
know how I ever could have thought
1 loved you. I fell, but it was into
Beacher’s arms, and I wish I was there
right now." More sobs, convulsive
ones, that shook the sliia body in Mr.
Randolph's embrace from twitching
shoulder to tired feet.
Lest the reader be startled by what’s
coming next it will do well to remind
him that this poignant scene was
staged at three o’clock In the morning
on the high stoop of the Van Tellier
residence in East Ninth street and
never left the perimeter of the door
mat which in itself presented an al
most feminine contradiction, in that
it bore, done in red on Its face, the
word “Welcome,” but was neverthe
less padlocked and chained to the iron
railing.
Even as Miss Van Tellier was sob
bing her heart out and Mr. Randolph
was standing In the bewilderment of
one who knows he has not only taken
the wrong turning but placed both his
feet in a beartrap, a thick, heavy,
unsympathetic voice arose from the
foot of the steps.
“Here! Youse! Break away an’
come along of me.”
Memories of a mischievous boyhood
swarmed to Mr. Randolph’s mind, rec
ollections of those days when, as
chief of the Madison Square gang, his
ears had tingled to the cry of “Cheese
it, de cop! We’se pinched, fellers!”
A cold sweat came out upon his brow;
he slowly relaxed his grip on Miss
Van T.’s person and whispered tremu
lously to her to keep her nerve but
hand him her latchkey.
Over his shoulder he said with
forced calm, “On what charge, offi
cer?”
“Same oid dope,” replied the police
man phlegmatically; “drunken, disor
‘‘Break Away an’ Come Along of Me.”
derly. Come aiong, now, er d’yer
want me to climb them steps so’s we
c’n all roll down together?”
During that speech Mr. Randolph
made a lucky shot at the keyhole,
stealthily turned the lock and opened
the door. “The way’s clear, Madge,”
lie whispered. “Beat it."
“Oh, is it, Bobby, you dear,” rattled
Miss Van T. in a stage whisper that
could be heard across the street. “I
didn’t mean It, really, what I said
about hating you. But I do love
Beacher. Bobby, and I’ll —I’ll —”
“For heaven's sake, Madge,”
groaned Mr. Randolph, hearing sounds
as of a bear starting to swarm a tree,
“keep all that till New Year’s.”
“I was just going to say,” continued
Miss Van T. breathlessly but with a
cold eye fixed on the cumbrous shad
ow coming up the steps, “that I’ll owe
it to you, Bobby. I’ll owe it to you.
D’you understand?”
“Sure,” lied Mr. Randolph as he
pushed her firmly through the door,
then caught its knob, slammed it shut
and turned to meet Nemesis. "Hello,
Flahaharty!”
The huge policeman stopped his
ponderous but sure progression and
stared long and suspiciously into Mr.
Randolph’s face. Finally he gave a
grunt of recognition. “Slim,” he said
to himself aloud as though somewhere
within his vast bulk there were a sep
arate monitor that had to be tipped
off to the situation, “Slim Hervey.”
“Sure,” said Mr. Randolph, leading
the way toward his wagon. “Who
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else did you think It was at this time
o’ night?”
"How did I know,” demauded Mr.
Flahaharty gruffly but not unpleasant
ly for him, “as you had taken on de
liveries o’ fancy dress-goods on top
o’ your regular line?"
He breathed heavily and allowed
his eyes to protrude farther than us
ual In search of a thought which he
sensed in the near distance. “I tell
you, Slim,” he finally continued, “I
don’ know what this burg is a-comin’
to. Why, even the street kind used
to have a man to take ’em home, but
this here was a bit o’ high-flyin’ fluff —
me, I could see that —an’ they had to
give it to a cab 1”
“Forget it,” said Bobby nervously.
“All I says,” continued Mr. Fluha
harty, “is thank God both o’ my goils
is married to hairy men that can an’
does lick the stuffln’s outen ’em.”
"Well, here we are,” said Mr. Ran
dolph as he stooped to turn her over.
From his seat behind the wheel he
began to breathe more ensily and
leaned out to study the face of his
friend, the officer, to make sure that
therein was no guile.
“Cheer up, Jim,” he said not quite
reassured. “Forget it.”
“I’ll try,” said Mr. Flahaharty dubi
ously, “but it’ll cqtne hard, bein’ the
first time I ever seen a thing like that.
She sure give you a tussle, Slim!”
PART 111.
Maid’s Adventure.
Take a young girl of about twenty
who, in her childhood, was pampered
Of fortune in money, position, good
breeding, and pets, turn her loose
on the world at the age of ten
with no prop but a faithful, sickly
and destitute old nurse, kill off the
nurse a couple of years later, let the
girl fend for herself as scullery-maid
and what not through the uninterest
ing stage that precedes the sudden
bloom of unexpected beauty, give her
a long succession of jobs secured “on
tier looks” and lost because she
wouldn't, lead her up to the crowded
portal of despair and the long-drawn
out surrender; then snatch her sudden
ly back from destruction, feed her,
give her the sole freedom for a night
of Mr. Robert Hervey Randolph’s com
fortable apartment and —what will she
do? The answer is easy. She will
find the bath and turn on the hot
water.
That was the very first thing that
Miss Imogene Pamela Thornton did
j after she had finished spying from the
window on the movements of what
j she supposed was Mr. Randolph nnd
j whai, in reality, was Mr. Patrick
O'Reilly in Mr. Randolph's best top
i hat, best suit of evening clothes and
| overcoat, best gray silk muffler, price
twenty-two dollars, and best patent
! leather shoes —the last a very tight
| fit which made the revamped gentle
! man’s gait a cross between that of a
j chicken on a hot stove and a drunk
i on his reluctant way home.
Even the unsuspecting Miss Thorn-
I ton was puzzled by thut halting loco
motion in connection with what she
knew of Mr. Randolph, but she added
it, two and two, with the mysterious
twenty minutes spent by that gentle
man and the driver in the recesses of
the cab, apparently to settle a differ
ence in ideas as to the value of a
waiting taxi, and decided that poor
Mr. Randolph must have issued from
the interview iD a semi-crippled state.
She herself was too excited to let
pity altogether absorb her. Without
waiting for either the tortured way
farer or the taxi to get quite out of
sight, she dropped the window curtain
and turned to possess herself of her
world of comfort for a night. A
starved instinct led her straight to
the luxuriously appointed bathroom.
As previously intimated, she turned
on the hot water and clasped her
hands ecstatically as she wntched its
crystalline surge and imagined she
could smell the opalescent steam.
But not for long was she inactive.
Having surrendered to circumstance
to the extent of promising to stay in
the flat until ten the following morn
ing, she decided to do the job whole
heartedly, for Imogene Pamela was
one of those lucky and fated young
women who can never give themselves
by halves. If happiness so much as
showed Its nose, it was her nature to
tackle blindly for Its waist and go
to the mat for the Immediate present.
Consequently, let not her modesty
be misjudged when it is related that,
in the short time It took to fill the
bath, she accomplished the following:
Rooted out Mr. Randolph’s best silk
pajamas, found his softest bathrobe,
filled a hot-water bottle and slipped It
far down between the too cold linen
sheets of his big bed. Continuing at
this rate of achievement, it may be
imagined that in ten minutes more the
young lady, having bathed, was curled
up and sound asleep. Not on your
life!
Item: It took her twenty-one min
utes by the clock to scrub out the
memory of the scabby zinc bathtubs
of many years. Item: Twenty more
minutes to wash her hair. Item:
Half an hour more to scrub her under
wear and stockings. Assorted items:
Various pauses during which she
shamelessly looked at herself in a full
length mirror of such pure reflectlnj
qualities as had not crossed her patl
since England was a pup. After that
a long, entrancing item, called “dry
ing her hair."
Did you blame her, three lines back
in your heart for her frequent inspec
tions of self In the mirror? If yot
did, look at her now! Mr. Randolph’s
bathrobe is billowed at her waist and
tied tight to keep It from trailing on
the floor; for almost a like reason,
Its sleeves are rolled tip above her
elbows. It Is open In a V at the neck,
showing the adolescent curve of a
virginal but much excited bosom.
With a woolly towel in both hands,
she plnnts herself before the staid old
looking-glass and gives It such a treat
as it has never before savored in its
sixty-two years of service to the Ran
dolph family. Rub, rub, rub with the
towel. Her cheeks grow pink and
pinker, her eyes round and rounder.
They twinkle nnd smile, and once,
when she made a little face at her
self, they laughed out loud. Her hair
slowly wakes from its stringy damp
ness until it, too, bursts Into a sort of
light and curly merriment. Pamela
puffs out her cheeks and blows at its
reflection.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
FATHER OF MODERN SPINNING
Invention of Samuel Crompton, Eng.
lishman, of Immense Importance
to the Western World.
At one time muslins were Imported
from India for the reason that English
spinners were unable to produce yarn
fine enough for tlie manufacture of
such delicate fabrics.
The Invention of Arkwright, by
which spinning with rollers was used,
and Hargreaves, with his spinning
jenny, led the way for Crompton to
combine both of those Inventions In
his mule, thereby enabling spinners
to draw out loflg threads in large
numbers to more tenuity than had
ever been done by the East Indians.
This invention enabled Lancashire
to assume the first place as cotton
spinner to the world. Samuel Cromp
ton was born December 3, 1753, at Fir
wood. He came of the farming class
and had rather a good education. On
tlie death of his father his mother
carried on the farm and set Samuel
to spinning at home. Five years afier
ids majority he completed his mule,
“his mind during that time being In
continual endeavor to realize a more
perfect principle of spinning.”
This he did at the expense of every
shilling he had ; and he gave his In
vention to tlie world, but in such a
way that he gained no credit. Years
afterward ids statue was erected in
Bolton. —Chicago Journal.
Doris Got Even.
Doris, the daughter of n country
storekeeper, was very fond of romiv
ing with her father.
One stormy day, when there wort)
no customers about, she climbed upon
the counter, and, wanting her father
to come and play, called out repeated
ly: “How can I get down?”
Being busy, lie answered: “Get
down the way you got up.”
Presently he stepped from the slid
ing ladder on a high shelf, arid, In do
ing so pushed the ladder out of reach.
He remr.rked laughingly to his part
ner: “I don’t know how I’m going to
get down.”
A small voice piped severely: “Get
down how you got up."
“A. E.”
Darreli Figgis in his hook oh “A.
E.,” (George Russell, the Irish writer
and mystic), explains the pen name
thus: “Wanting at one time a new
pen name, he subscribed himself as
Aeon. His penmanship not at all
times being the most legible, the print
er deciphered the first diphthong and
set a query for the rest; whereupon
the writer, in his proof sheets, stroked
out the query and stood by the diph
thong.” Since then, however, Mr.
Russell has abandoned the diphthong
and prints his pen name as two sep
arate letters. —St. John Ervine in the
North American Review.
Arbitrage.
This Is a term applied to transac
tions taking advantage of difference
in price in different markets for the
same articles. At the same time that
the trader buys in the cheaper mar
ket he sells in the dearer. The mar
gin between the two prices must be ;
more than the cost of exchange in i
order to show a profit. Arbitrage
transactions are usually in bullion or
coin, bills and exchanges or stocks
and bonds.
Art.
“Pa, what is an actor?”
"An actor, my boy, Is a person who
can walk to the side of a stage, peer
into the wings at a group of other
actors waiting for their cues, a num
ber of bored stage hands and a lot
of theatrical odds and ends and ex
claim, ’What a lovely view there is
from this window!’ ’’—Birmingham
Age-Herald.
Possibly the wisdom of a man may
surpass that of a woman, but when u
comes to tact h? simply Isn’t in It.
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Difficult Task.
A soul was about to start for the
earth.
“.Just a minute,” said the recording
angel. “One word before you go.
When you get down among the human
race you can accomplish something
no man Inis ever done before if you
have the will.”
“What is that?”
“It doesn’t sound like much to do,
hut It Is. Be the one man among mil
lions who has never complained about
the weather."
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“Only $40,000?”
“He staled to interviewers that his
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at a time lie was unable to hop.”
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