Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1921-02-01

a hundred thousand"
He sank his head In thought for a
moment. When he raised 1t again,
the widely placed blue eyes were
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
q new look of sudden resolution.
You win please tell Miss Thorn
ton" he resumed that / shall do my
self the honor of calling on her one
week from the day after tomorrow at
four in the afternoon. There is
condition, however and it Is that / be
left alone without any mental reser-
walton by her and you and your agents
during the intervening time"
zone 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 favorre driver
sunk in strenuous reverie.
"Wen, Mr.-er-Robert, are you
goin' back to the folksf"
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 twe-that is, II
you realize you'l be doing me Just
plain, monumental favor"
"Sure, kid" said Mr.. O'Shaugh-
messy, flushing, as does all his kind on
the verge of gratitude. That's all
right"
Thanks a lott" said Mr.. Randolph.
"And do you mind If take the Wall
street beat for whilef need
money"
"Why, Slim, what's got ye7 Ye
know that's the rOttenest short-run
stand in town. Now, eff it's money
you want" Mr.. O'Shaughnessy
reached slowly down into his capacious
trousers pocket, his eyes, meanwhile,
studying Mr.. Randolph's physiognOmy
with a shrewd CLINT that had fore
stalled many clever attempt at a
touch In years gone by.
Eyes, money" said Mr.. Randolph
pensively; "a hundred thousand dol
lars WORTH
70 0taPS1ipu
change, as though it had tumbled down
a whole ladder of emotions until 1t
landed with a 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 iambing 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 a
sob-"often."
For five restless, heart-breaking
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 a hundred thou
sand dollars and that had also tinged
a remark made some weeks before to
a Miss Madge Van Teller to the eff
feet that the great thing nowadays
was to avoid having too much money
had been gradually worn to a ragged
FRAGILE.
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 hght-vested In.
terests to the tune of twelve billion
dollars. 1t may be thought that 1t was
Slim Hervey's intention to watt this
precious pair to some bOsky retreat,
cover them with leaves, and hold them
for ransom, but such was not the case.
He desired nothing from these two
potentates among race of lucre
giants beyond what might come to him
through his ever-open speaking slot.
This is all he heard:
"Lewisfader is getting kind of