The Elk Mountain pilot., 1921-03-10

that must have capital of at leusi
hundred thousand"
He sank his head in thought for
moment. When he raised IT again.
the widely placed blue eyes wesA
there. So was the saddle of faint
freckles across his nose; so was the
guarantee of honesty across his open
face, but superimposed over all was
. new look Of sudden resolution.
You will please tell Miss Thorn,
ton" he resumed, shat ] shall do my
self the honor of calling on her one
week from the day after tomorrow at
four in the afternoon. There is q
condition, however and II is that he
left alone without any mental reser-
walton by her and you and your agents
during the intervening time"
-One hundred thousand in nine
days." murmured Mr.. Milyuns skepti-
cally. His great brain hung poised in
thought for some time. but finally he
nodded his acceptance of Roberts
terms Of capitulation and promptly left
the room.
Mr.. O'Shaughnessy presently re-
turned and found his favorite driver
sunk In strenuous reverie.
"Well, Mr.-er-Robert. are you
goin' back to the folksr'
Mr.. Randolph raised his head and
smiled.
Call me SLIM please, Tourke-
Slim Hervey.' for awhile yet. I've de-
cided to accept your offer of another
wagon for a week or two-that IL, II
you realize you'll be doing me just a
plain. unornamental favor"
"Sure. kid!" said Mr.. Oshaugh-
messy, flushing. as does all his kind on
the verge Of gratitude. That's all
right"
Thanks a lot !" said Mr.. Randolph.
"And do you mind If take the Wall
street beat for a while! l need
money"
"Why, Slim. what's got We? Ye
know that's the rottenest short-run
stand in town. Now, ef it's money
you want" Mr. OShaughnessy
reached slowly down into his capacious
trousers pocket. his eyes, meanwhile.
studying Mr.. Randolph's physiognomy
with shrewd CLINT that had fore
stalled many clever attempt at
touch in years gone by.
"Yes. money" said Mr.. Randolph
pensively; "a hundred thousand dol
lars worth"
Tourke's face underwent startling
change as though it had tumbled down
a whole ladder of emotions until 1t
landed with jolt on solid platform
of infinite pity.
Take any beat We like, boy while
We en- hold the Wheel" he said. at
the same time jambing the brakes
down on his too generous hand. "An'
be sure your oil frien' Tourke amt
goin' to forget to come to the hospital
to see you''-he finished almost with q
sob-"often."
For five restless, heart-breakine
days, Mr.. Randolph and his cab were
at the beck and call of every short
horn curb-broker that wanted his
friends and customers to see him start
away from the scene of others labOrs
in a taxi. The vast assurance that had
graced him when he allowed Mr.. Mil
yuns to infer that nine days was plenty
in which to pick up hundred thou
sand dollars and that had also tinged
remark made some weeks before to
Miss Madge Van Teller to the ef-
feet that the great thing nowadays
was to avoid having too much money
had been gradually worn to ragged
frazzle. ale f~a
Mr.. Randolph was on the point of
trying to persuade himself that he was
giving way to the too constant strain
rather than to any defect in his phil
osophy of the easiness Of wealth when
an excited and hatless elevator boy
rushed up and said:
Here. youse Mr.. Embonpoint Nor
gums car has froze. Ring your OIL
fire alarm"
Mr.. Randolph almost knocked over a
fare that was attempting to get aside.
"Engaged!" he growled. as he
stopped to turn her over"
| Five minutes later, his cab was car
rying in the persons of Mr.. Morgum.
above mentioned, and another. the pO-
tential pivots Of very tight-vested In