The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1921-03-11

I and ger away with 1t. She won't look
over her shoulder and read the record
OF an endless losing run on theb black"
Miss Van T. smiled.
I'm already beginning Oh my re-
ward" she said. you've never talked
so well before In your life"
Its more than talk" said Bobby,
flushing angrily. And the ways of,
access that you have imagined! !" he
continued. You read happy stories
to the public taste OF midinettes. show
room girls. and dress-models. and per-
haps o think they mirror the life.
Why, Madge, the tauntS that those
girls fling indifferently at virtue and
at vice are SO vile that they couldn't
he repeated even among ~half-decent
men. And the other way, the private
door for the private secretary. That's
Il road Of burned bridges. Every
man, decent or indecent. feels a queer
sinking Of the heart when he hears Of
a oma taking it," He looked ut her
Shrewdly. "And vet YOU may do IT,"
he said, half to himself. "If YOU are
Il of the hungry women. God help
you. for they an W ak b~lindfolded.'
They don't walk" said Madge.
flushing. and her eyes cleaning
strangely. That's Just the point: they
rush, whirl. and"
And crash" finished Bobby.
That's the very word" said Madge.
"If youn only keep on the way you've
started. I'd love to talk TO you all
night"
no chance OF tI.at." said Bobby.
straight-lipped. Pm through. and I'm
going" He turned toward the door.
Not without kissing me good-by,
Bobby" cried Madge.
He looked over his shoulder with a
polite hut ~imperSOnal smile.
I'm not much on kissing strange
women" he said lightly. 1T would
take me years to learn to kiss you
again"
He left the room and the house.
With his top-hat pushed back on his
head. the ends of his muller flying
loose. his 0vercoat half unhuttOned.
he swung up the deserted lower
reaches Of the Avenue. punctuatinG
his thoughts with he solid rap Of his
stick on the pavement. 1t might be
| supposed that he WAS thinking and
mourning owe the sudden demise Of
| the Miss Van Teller he had thought
he had known for many years. but
such was not the case.
Mr.. Randolph was not built on
mourning lines; at the moment under
review. he was thinking about himself
| and the strange fate that had made
him n foSta-child Of fortune. lie pro-
ceeded 70 look back ten years. Just Il
decade AGO he had had his one meet
ing with the young lady whose diSap-
| pearance had brought him an unstable
0fiuence. 1t had taken place on this
very avenue and less than forty short
blocks away. He had reaSOn TO re-
member the encounter, for # had
brought into sudden conjunction n
lovely Persian cat. q lovely wire-haired
terrier, a lovely child. and himself.
The cat had dashed from a proud
front door to cross Forty-sOmethinS
street under the nose of a taX-c0b;
the dog had flown In yapping pursuit
and, IN the act. yanked his young mis-
tress off her pins. He, Mr.. Randolph.
had seized one of her flying feet.
hauled her and the terrier back to
safety, and no OOner placed hep up
right and smOOthed down her absurdly
short skirts thar he. she. and especial
ly II. the dog. became the center and
circumference of an animated pin
wheel.
Her mistaken determination 70 hold
to the leash. whatever happened.
brought disaster. The said leash
wound three times round her ankles
and those of Mr.. Randolph, bringing
them both down kerplunk and facing
each other. MY. what a bump" she
had cried. In startled tones. and then
thrown back her curly head and
laughed.
!, was so that he remembered her
n child Of ten or eleven and
no winters. merry as a sunny day.
| dark-haired. dark-eyed. p~ink-cheeked
pampered but %unspoiled. She had
risen and taken his hand. told him
her name. thanked him. ordered a
| Hurried nurse Il thank him, shaken
her finger Mt the terrier, and said,
"GOOd-by" and "Come on. Maggie all
while he was still rubbing the seat OF