The diamond drill., 1921-04-09


dolph sorted stacked. tabulated his
winnings. and stuffed them into all the
pockets on his person. He then noted
the hour-eleyen o'clock OF a bright
Thursday morning-and, proceeding 10
the nearest telephone booth. called up
Mr.. William Verries Of verrles & Cat,
stock brokers.
"That you, Wllllamf This is Bob
Randolph. William, I've got sixteen
thousand dollars In my jeans at the
moment OF speaking What's the low
est margln you'll give me TO sell Anal.
l. S. & @. short for delivery at tomor.
rows closlngi"
"Sell Anal |. S. & G. short! !" gasped
Mr.. VerrIes. "Why, you're crazy !
Buy. and I'll talk TO you"
II don't want TO buy" said Mr. Ran
dolph patiently. "Youre right, In
way, about my being crazy. You see,
since you saw me the other day, I've
come into some easy long stuff, and it's
just running my experiment in the
philosophy OF moneyless life. / want
TO lose my wad just like ! told you,
and II you don't promise 10 start sell
Ing for me inside OF the next FIVE min
utes, I'll let friendship slide and call
up some real brokers'"
''Well. II you put It In that way, you
escaped loon, I'll assist your sap-head-
ed philosophy to your exact cash limit.
When will you pony up2"
'In twenty minutes by the clock"
said Mr. Randolph cheerfuIly, and rang
Off.
The historic pounding drive on
Anal. /. S. & G. that started with the
opening of the market on the follow
ing day was OF suNh Homeric proper
tions that the advance sale made by
Mr.. X. H. Randolph during the Thurs
day afternoon next preceding was n
mere drop in the bucket Of oblivion 20
the public at large-a mere flea-bite
lost in the shufiling Of epidermises 10
the monster saurians involved In the
combat; but TO Mr.. Randolph, IL was
matter OF transcendent Importance.
With 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 in the history OF
Manhattan, He then chartered one of
the vehicles for hire Of that concern
and directed II 10 carry him TO his
new clothes.
At ten minutes to four, he emerged
from his tailors, garbed in the very
latest thing In slim-iine morning coats,
top hat, pearly-strlped trousers,
spats, mottled, platinum-handled
snakewood stick, and a gardenia In his
buttonhole. Ignoring the wise and
friendly y-sneering look on the face OF
the cab driver, who was none other
than our old friend OF saturnlne Wis
age, Patrick O'Rellly by name, fallen
on evil times, and re-engaged that very
day on Mr. Randolph's recommenda-
ton, he gave certain address In
Fifty-nlnth street.
Let us now break one OF the cardl-
nal rules of narrative for cash by
ruthlessly switching the objective point
OF view. Behold Miss Imogene Pa
mela Thornton dressed In ravlsh-
ing, modestly modern tea-gown effect
that would have cost her great-great-
grandmother n ducklng In the pond Off
Bleecker street II she had dared TO
wear II in her day at a fancy-dress
ball, pacing up and down Mr. RAN
dolph's recent sitting room and count
ing of 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
MINI