Connecticut western news., 1921-03-10

IN from you any more than from Miss Thornton, but-more than that-I wouldn't bury myself in your stuffy old skyscraper at any cash price known to man. In the first place, you belong to the most unoriginal of all pro- fessions, and. in the second, you make money too slowly"
 "'Make money too slowly r" gasped Mir Milyuns, forgetting Bobby and Pamela and their affairs for the first time in three weeks. and remember ing, for a change, and with a twinge of his hardened conscience, the size of. his last retainer. "Ha"
 But MT. Randolph allowed him no time for indulgence in vocal mirth.
 That's what said" he continued. unmoved. gro meet Miss Thornton face to face and unashamed I feel that, must have capital of at least a hundred thousand"
 He sank his head in thought for a moment When he raised it again, the widely placed blue eyes were there. So was the saddle of faint
 
 guarantee of honesty across his open face, but superfmposed over all was a new look of sudden resolution.
 You will please tell Miss Thorn ton," he resumed, that I shall do my self the honor of calling on her one week from the day after tomorrow at four in the afternoon. There is a condition, however, and it is that be left alone without any mental reser- ystien by her and you and your agents during S=S <=s5= Fs:sss-ts tszEis."
 "One hundred thousand iii 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 equalization and promptly left the room.
 MT. O'Shaughnessy presently re- turned and found his favorite driver sunk in strenuous reverie.
 "Wen, Mr.-er-Robert, are you goin' back ts the folksT" MT. Randolph raised his head and smiled.
 Gall me 'Slim,' please, Tourke- Slim Hervey, for awhile yet. I've de- cided to accept your offer of another you realize you'll be doing me just plain, unornamental favor."
 "Sure, kid!" said MT. O'Shaugh- messy, flushing, as does all his kind on the verge of gratitude. "That's all right"
 Thanks a lott" said MT. Randolph. And do you mind if take the Wall street beat fors a while? I need money"
 "Why, Slim, what's got ye? Ye know that's the rottenest short-run stand in town. Now, ef it's money you want" MT. O'Shaughnessy reached slowly down into his capaciOus trousers pocket, his eyes, meanwhile, studying MT. Randolph's physiognomy with a shrewd glint that had fore stalled many a clever attempt at a | touch in years gone by. "Yes, money" said MT. Randolph pensively; "a hundred thousand dol l lars worth"
 Tourke's face underwent a startling change, as though 1t had tumbled down whole ladder of emotions until 1t landed with a jolt on a solid platform of infinite pity.
 Take any beat ye like, boy, while ye cn hold the wheel" he said at the same time jambing the brakes down on his too generous hand. "An' be sure your ol' frien' Tourke ain't goin' to forget to come to the hospital to see you"-he finished almost with sob-"often."
 For five restless, heart-breaking days, Mir. 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 MT. Mill 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 Ena6e some weeks before to a Miss Madge yan Teller to the eff feet that the great tAfzz nowadays was to avoid having tS0 rauch money | had been gradually worn io a ragged fra2"1e