Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1921-07-30

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magnitude. He decided that 1t didn't
much matter who waited the couple
from dinnei to the show, but that the
next extract would hold the crux OF
tbe nights entertainment, for the cab
that secured the freight for the caba'
ret would stand a good chance of nall
ing 1t after the ball.
Consequently he was content to pick
up a gutter-snipe and then trail his
nrev to the theater. "Them is the
two" he said to his ally, suborned
with the promise of two bits, cash on
delivery, "the John with the high hat
and the dream-dame in smoke-coloree
chiffon"
"That's some name for a skirt, Cap"
said the extreme youth admiringly,
IAN some skirt, believe me. Norl
I won't forget EN-"
And he didn't. No ooner had Mr..
Beaeher fremont, bearing a thistle
down burden on his arm, swelled out
from the theater with the anxious look
on his face OF a man with three cars
In the garage at home and no call
number In his left hand waistcoat
pocket. than the imp was at his side.
"Say, mister. wanter taxi? Got n
at the head ct the line that I'd give
up Just to yocse for a dime"
LEAD me to it," said Mr.. fremont,
"Say.e said the snipe to Randolph
as the car jumped, ave took the boss
inside on fer a friend. You watch
~yeself."
1t was q short run to the lair Of
the Midnight Rolic, but Mr.. Randolph
was not surprised at the double wage
he received nor at the murmured con-
y~ersatlon that accompanied 1t. "Ffll
up your gas tank and wait for zoe at
the Seventh avenue northeast r
Get mel"
Sure" granted Mr.. Randolph.
"Where to, wisterT"
Greenwood hosiery" breathed the
villain.
I'm on" ssid Mr.. Randolph, ran
his car to the comfortably quiet nook
designated, dssg out a road map of
Manhattan and vicinity, scrutinized
1t carelessly aid settled down to medi-
tate.
To a select and once affluent few
the name Of The G.. hosiery above
mentioned viii bring certain vivid
recollections md will also place the
chronology of this yarn, for the
said abode of revelry was too good to
last very long; it choked to death on
its own popularity and consequent pub
licity. From the outside, even In Its
hey-day, it presented a most lnnocu-
GUS appearance, just a renovated farm
house standing under q clump of veil
ing sugar-mapIes on the top of a hill
whence the nearest neighbor was out
of sight.
But once within Its modest portal,
its habitues found themselves In the
cleverest fake atmosphere of a pleas
ure-loving decade. An organizing gen.
ius, sensitive to all those cheap adj
juncts which usually CRATE on the soul
lowering at the edge of the decline
to Avernus, had pandered effectively
to an ignoble end and made of each
small room an isle of ~forgetfulness;
price, twenty-five bucks In advance,
supper and drinks extra.
For the benefit of those who do not
remember the epoch Of the Green
wood hostelry and are consequently
reading or and on In mortal dread Of
the paragraph that will introduce the
war, let 1t be said at once, Forget 1t.
Stake out the beginning of the inter-
national mix-up, hurl another bound
airy mark into November of 1918, and
the time left outside Of those limits
VIII be found entirely sufficient to the
needs of this chronicle. Let 1t further
be noted that 1t is ~inconceivable that
a single drop of the kind of blood
which flowed In the veins of MFR. Rob
ert Hervey Randolph could ever an
swer to the name of Stacker, proof
positive In itself that the events herein
SET forth happened when the Ws'
didn't.