The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1921-05-13
walk In conjunction with the home
ward-bound stream Of dress-models.

w%ard-bOund stream Of dress-mOdels.
AS a consequence, she was necessar-
lily content with opening the car door
for herself and stepping In. The starter
politely begged her to pass to the taxi
at the head of the rank and just as
politely she Informed hin hat her feet
were wet enough as 1t was. In the
meantime, even her light weight on
the running-bOard had startled the
driver into wakefulness and, without
going through any motions, he had
heard the u~nfOrgettable tones Of her
voice.
The starter shrugged his shoulders,
parked out an address In Fifty-nintis
street and kindly offered to turn her
over for him." The driver laid trem-
bling hands on the wheel and cautious
ly drew himself up to q sitting posi-
ton without disturbing the shielding
angle of his cap. Far from his trOu-
bled mind were thoughts Of snow, the
slush and skidding. He threw In MS
clutch, started her with a jerk. round
ed the cab in front successfully, skld-
ded nightly thereafter, Strengthened
her out, skidded again, and crashed,
with a great s%plintering Of spokes,
%broadside front on the curb directly
before the delighted windows OF the
Poppy club.
Nothing would have happened to
Miss Thornton had she been sitting
back in a ladylike manner, but at the
moment of the cabs collision with the
imperturbable curb, she was otherwise
occupied; in short, the glass being a
bit frosted, she was standing up and
trying to peek through the speaking
Slot. AS a consequence, when the 1907
flew open with the shock, she also flew
and vOlplaned to a landing on hands
and knees in the very middle Of the
very wide sidewalk.
With a cry OF, "Oh, miss!" the
driver sprang toward her, but when,
still on hands and knees, she looked up
and gasped, "Oh, Randy-Mr. Ran
dolph! !" he turned and fled down the
hill.
Hi! You Slim Hervey!" yelled the
starter. Come back here an sign up
for the junk"
In the meantime, which wasn't
much more than the twinkling Of an
eye. three perennial n~ear-youths
dashed down the steps of the Poppy
club to the assistance of the lOvelieSt
trouble that had ever sent out an S.
O. S. signal In the face of ready help
to the falling. Individually and COL
l%ectively, they raised the cu~rly-haired
vision to Its feet.
1T was Mr.. Randolph" gasped the
maiden, in evident distress, "and I've
been looking for him for weeks"
Not Bobby" exclaimed Mr.. Near
ton.
Not Herv! :" calculated Mr.. VerrieS.
Not Randy" interjected Mr.. Berry.
Pamela nodded three times, but her
eyes failed to show wonder. Nowadays
everybody she ran into seemed to
know everybody she knew by his first
name.
Excuse me-" said Mr.. Nearton, in
tent on getting there first with a re-
mark-any remark docs he owe you
money, tOo?'
The effect was electrical. Miss
Thornton assumed a freezing dignity.
She fixed Mr.. Nearton with steady
eyes.
How much does Mr.. Randolph owe
your" she asked.
"Only tw-twenty," babbled Mr.. Near
ton.
"Well, here 1t is," said Pamela. draw
ing a yellowback from her chatelaina
and thrusting it into Mr.. Neartsn's
.nerveless hand. 81 happen to owe Mr..
a great deal more than that"
Wherewith she turned and made for
the r and the nearest telephone
Pamela was short Of breath when
she reached the telephone. but she
managed to get Mr.. Milyuns' residence
the wire and learned that he was
detained at the office. She called up
that safe den Of the would-be undis-
and connected with q new and
strange drawl.
You've got the wrong number, lady.
This Mr.. Milyuns went home early to
celebrate his silver wedding"
Twill you put m through to Mr..
Milyuns," asked Pamela. In a
sugar-sweet voice, "or do you really
to start looking for another job?"
How do I know you know him
Miss Hurry, did you say? The office
boy amt here, so / can't ask him.
Leave me your number, an I'll have
him call you"
know him! !" gulped Pamela. In a
rage. why. I've k-kissed him."
kissed Mr.. Milyuns!" responded
the voice. taking sudden notice. well.
1earie, why didn't you say so? I
thought you was one of them high
brow danes. If It's a matter Of kissin'
boss over the wire, why just you go
to 1t. l won't liSten-oh, no."
And a moment later, Pamela, In a
body: