The daily palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1904-1905, 1904-02-19
THE MILLlONTH
CHANCE
Copyright. 1903, by t. G. Mcclure.l


Gus side chances which enable WON
an, without turning her head, to com
pass wonders of vision. Then she
flushed rosily.
You are very hard on him." she
breathed softly, careful of the nearby
clerk at the glove counter in the big
department store.
Hard nothing" grumbled Mr.. Brad
ford If there's any impractical ami
NAL on the face of the globe it is an
inventor. Take that Internally foolish
scheme of his, for instance-that spring
cushion he has invented to attach to
the bottom of elevators in case of a
fall. Now, what do you suppose the
percentage of accidents on an elevator
isY
How should | know!' retorted his
daughter, with superb feminine con-
tempt for statistics.
Less than one in million jour
neys,'' said her father triumphantly IL
not veraciously.
Just the same" returned his daugh-
ter obstinately, 1T must be very dis
agreeable when that millionth ACCT
dent does happen"
Her father walked stolidly toward
the machine in question, Sarah trail
ing obediently after him, though her
thoughts were otherwhere, and her
eyes now vainly swept the crowd for
glimpse of young Fielding.
Il suppose you are not afraid to go
up?" jeered Mr. Bradford as the two
found themselves the only occupants
of the cage as it rose to the fourth
floor.
.'Of course I'm not said Sarah re-
sentfully. Then she added artfully,
You talk about inventing as though
it was like-well, like drinking"
cit is as bad as drinking said her
father solemnly, "'or as the cocaine or
the poetry habit Any one of these
will ruin a mans career. Now, Sarah,
don't be all day choosing that scarf for
your mother"
This last as they stepped from the
car. Mr. Bradford was secretly afraid
of the majestic females that swept to
and fro on this special floor their demi-
trains gliding noiselessly over the deep
carpets. their eyes fronting his with
an insolent scorn that quite abashed
him, tyrant as he was apt to be at
home.
Mere man. they seemed to be whis-
pering among themselves. Finally the
banker solaced himself by going to
window and looking out on the street.
Hence he did not see Fielding step
from the elevator in the next moment.
He was not aware that two heads were
bending together over the scarf, on
which neither of the young people saw
aught of the colors.
But even the choice of scarf cannot
last forever. 1t was prematurely ended
by the return of the magnate, who
turned as purple as the Persian silks
before him when he beheld the pretty
tableau.
He grew more purple still when Field
ing quietly entered the car with them
But the banker cholzed down his wrath
ON rejecting that even inventors can
lawfully ride in any public convey
ance. Then he snapped angrily at the
elevator boy:
''Why are we stopping before this
blank WALL you young procrastinator?
Do you think this sort of thing is en-
joyable?"
But the boy, lad of sixteen, newly
on duty, went white with terror.
''Somethin's wrong up above" he
stammered. "Josh, he's been drinkin'.
l knowed, though / never told. Some
thin's wrong, and the brake amt hold
in right. It's slippin,'' he ended in a
ShrilI yell
'"Three floors to fall" thought Field
ing as he seized the half fainting girl
III his arms. Aloud he cried cheeriiy.
Don't be frightened, any of you! My
cushion attachment was sold the firm
last week. If it's on
Aye-if. How large a word! As
the cage shot downward at fearful
speed, very slightly broken by the
yielding ropes, the banker found a
whole century of thought compressed
into that brief period. A voice cried
in his ear that it was a judgment on
him, the cushion would not be there,
that the cage would strike the ground
with the sound so happily denominated
by the newspapers as a tsickening
thud." He saw himself and his child
piled in a mangled heap-he to whom
life had always seemed so substantial
and sure.
Then half dozen women waiting
in the basement saw the falling cage
shoot downward and rise again like
rubber ball When it came down the
second time it rested quiveringly on
the springs, while inside was an undig-
nified mass, which presently 3stonish-
ed the watchers and the component
parts of the heap by resolving into
four badly shaken but quite undam-
aged people.
The elevator boy staggered out first.
tGeer' he stammered, holding his
hpnl 1EIf / dnn't onf oven wild Josh