The Bienville Democrat. [volume] (Arcadia, Bienville Parish, La.) 1912-1980, 1921-04-07
PART ".
The Ascent to Mars.

venice ulSuSifOuSiS w 'h' N"i'
front of the Poppy club and, as a re-
suit of his criminal negligence, In con-
junction with Miss ImOgene Pamela
Thornton's reprehensible peekins oc-
cupatlon, hurled that young lady to the
middle of the sidewalk on her hahdS'I
and knees, he leaped FROM his seat on
q spontaneous impulse to help her 10
her feet and administer every KIND Oh
first comfort that the occasion seelneo
to demand.
Two considerations, however, shot
from the double-barre'ed blunderDnsS
of Riditule aLd Honor, caught him on
the wing, SIS it were, and detected
his flight from west to east "''h "
sharp turn due south at the corner OIL
Fifty-seyenth street and Sixth avenue.
In the first place, out of the corner OF
his eve he had seen his one-tlme
friends, str. NcartOn, Mr.. Nerrles ana
Mr.. Berry descending the shallow cIuD
front steps in an avalanche; in the
second place he suddenly recollected
that Miss Thornton was an heress'
high above hls present station anu
intent, as he had gathered from be-
tween the lines ip various advertise
ments In the local press referring 10
the location Of his person, on thank
Ing and otherwise accomplishing MIN
for turning to the right III a matter
OF ten thousand dollars a year, un'
earned increment.
sAs he ga7cl for one too brief second
down into the pleading eyes anu ador
ably eager face of thls'loyablc visior
on her hands and knees, which L
seemed unbelievable he ha once hell
In his arms, only the oft.repeateo
favorlte poem Of his muse:
could not love thee, dear, SO much
Loved ! not honor more, ~
kept him from facing the ayalanch
OF rid!cule and giving the eternal
searching Dloyenes with his lanter
a run for his money. AS previous'
stated, It was not to be. Mr.. Raj
dctph turned from the waiting arm
OF the sweetest temptation ever n
niged by man and made his swift wa
to the sanctum of MIR. Tourk
(iShanghnessy. foreman-manager
the Village Cab company.
"Tonrke," said Mr.. Randolph, III
Shralyh. Smashed up the two 0
wheels Of my wagon on the curb
front of the Poppy club. Dock n
thirty, please, and make out my p'
check"
.Through, Slim? Whadda va mean
said Mr.. O'shaughnessy. "Thlnk /
goin' to sack you for skid OH a d'
Ike this? Pay for your fun, kid, b
take another wagon
Robert Randolph, alias Slim III
vey, shook his head.
"You don't understand he sa
"I--l'ye lost my nerve
Lost your nerve!' gasped \
O'Shaughnessy. "Whadda va mean
tellln' me d lie like that? Come
now; draw a map DID ye kill
inside?"
"oh, no." said Slim; that's just
I mean, the young lacy Is very mu
Ill right
Il begin to get you" m,rmu'
srourke. "Sklrt on your track, ell
a look Of pity followed by one
loyalty crcpt into his eyes. 'l't
here Slim" ne continued: II kn
that tryin' to trick a female is
playin' hockey with Il stick 0 dy
mite. but we got lot o high cards
draw to. First shot out o the b
nil the boys here Is for you, II
there's your frlen's, tile Force. Nv
ia tell you, Slim, you're the first dri
/ ever hal that COULD !latten out a
ON a busy day On make him thlnl
was a joke"
"rhanks," said Mr.. Randolph,
shook his head sadly.
aNow, listep.' resumed
OShaughnessy: I'm s''n' to h
the boys up here as they come In
nut 'em on. In tie enterAct, you
ont for makeup, Get Sally Pal
round the corner te tone your
down to the color Of your treckles
little Job on yer eyebrows. an
a deep scar IN the upper ZIP OF
speakin' tube. Get me?'
Mr.. Randolpll's widely placed
eyes narrowed In an effort to exaI
the proposition shrewdly from
angles, and the light Of hope was
beginning to dawn across the tro
In his honest face when there
a sharp knock Oh The door, follt
promptly BY the rattle Of the
knob and the unccrelhonious e
OF one birdlike, bald.headed. da
corporation lawyer and two corp
gum-shoe plain-clothes men.
"Yerl W0t the exclaimed
outraged Mr.. O'Shaughnessy.
The legal light paid him no heed
advanced on the fast-wilting Slim
vey with outstretched hand.
"Rober.". be cried beamlngly.
dear boy, I'm glad to see you!"
sDon't take the glad hand. 5
warned Mr.. O'Shaughnessy. 9TH
tle runt may be tryin' to serve p'
on yer. Now, gents, show yer
rant or I'll call the boys an you
the consequences"
Il guess It's oil right. Tourke,'
slim weakly. ''rhey aren't goil
pull me, exactly"
y don't care whether they
they're golD' to pinch you er not
saafked MI. O'ShAughnessy,