The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1921-04-06

ing for me inside of the next five min
utes, I'll let friendship slide and call
up some real brokers'"
"Well, If you put 1t in that way, you
escaped loon, I'll assist your sap-head-
ed philosophy to your exact cash limit.
When will you pony up"
"In twenty minutes by the clock"
said Mr.. Randolph cheerfully, and rang
off.
The historic pounding drive on
Anal. I. s. & G. that started with the
opening of the market on the follow
ing day was of such HOmeric proper
lions that the advance sale made by
Messrs. verries & Cat on behalf Of
Mr.. X. II. Randolph during the Thurs
day afternoon next preceding was a
mere drop i'm the bucket of oblivion to
the public at large-a mere flea-bite
lost in the shutting of epidermises to
the monster saurians involved in the
combat; but to Mr.. Randolph, it was
matter Of transcendent Importance.
With a feeling of great relief over
an order that he had placed with his
tailor nine days previously for COM
plete new afternoon and evening out
fits. the successful hunchbuster col
lected one hundred and thirty-twO
thousand, thirty-eight and no hun
dredths dollars and proceeded to turn
in his wagon to the Village Cab COM
pany, together with the highest clock
reading ever known I'm the history OF
Manhattan. He then chartered one of
the vehicles for hire of that concern
and directed 1t to carry him to his
new clothes.
At ten minutes to four, he emerged
from his tailOr's, CARRIED in the very
latest thing in slim-line morning coats,
top hat. pearly-striped trousers.
Spats. notified. platinum-handled.
snakewoOd stick. and gardenia in his
buttonhOle. Ignoring the wise and
friendly look on the face Of
the cab driver. who was none other
than our old friend of saturnine WIS.,
age. Patrick O'Reilly by name. fallen
on evil times, and re-engaged that very
day on Mr.. RandOlphs recommends
ton, he gave a certain address In
Fifty-ninth street.
Let us now break one Of the cardi-
nal rules Of narrative for cash by
ruthlessly switching the objective point
of view Behold Miss ImOgene Pa
mela Thornton dressed in ravish-
ing. mOdestly modern tea-gOwn effect
that would have cost her great-great-
grandmother ducking in the pond off
Blocker street If she had dared to
wear 1t in her day at fancy-dress
ball, pacing up and down Mr.. Ran
dOlph's recent sitting room and count
ing off nine on her fingers for the
hundred and eighty-sixth time.
And then, at last, the bell. Tom
linson, his jaw set grimly, advanced
upon the door. For an agOnizing
small moment. Pamela held her
breath, and then let it go with a
rush as she heard the old Wallets So
norous voice tinged, nay. reeking. with
the JOY of welcome.
"Glad to see you back. Master Rob-
ert. Miss Thornton will receive you
In the sitting room" Followed jing-
ling sounds as TOmlnson disconnected
the dOorbell.
He was right in surmising that his
former employer did not require q
guide, but, az 1t turned o'' there was
no reason why he should not have
witnessed the very proper meeting
which took place between the two out
wardly cool young members Of society
who were inwardly, nevertheless.
seething with more emotions than
there are fumes in lime-kiln.
Miss Thornton exclaimed Mr..
Randolph, as, from force of long
habit. he laid hat, stick and gloves
on a side table and then advanced
with a tentatively outstretched hand.
"Oh, how do you dor" asked Pa
mela. rising and offering her hand.
"WO-won't you sit DOWN."
'"Thank you; I will"
He took the other end Of the couch,
crossed his legs in an effort to appear
thoroughly at home, and gazed almost
furtively at the apparition before him.
Ye gods and heaps of daffOdils What
a vision of loneliness. Of charm,
grace, breeding. carriage and nur-
tured beauty! What a bubbling well
Of mirth; what source of the light
of youth that never fails; what an
armful of divine delight
"Er-I-er-told Mr.. Milyuns I'd.
CALL" said Mr.. Randolph.
"Yes" eagerly countered Miss