The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1921-09-01

out the words. "VlVienne Viyierre"-
her lips cured in distaste at the name
-"ah. yes; poor despairing thing But
Pamela Thornton oh, who are
you? Why did you?" She dropped
her face in her hands and sobbed as
though her heart had broken.
Randolph did not leap to comfort
her this time; he did not even watch
her. With his eyes on the edges of
fire that peeped from between and
round her ankles. he began TO talk.
81 knew you; L knew Sport; knew
Maggie. Just once l met you all. and
I've never forgotten. / couldn't" lie
smiled crookedly. you and sat down
so hard together and you cried out,
My, what a bump and laughed and
laughed-just like tonight, back there
at the stage-door Of the Crocodile"
Pamela stopped crying.
80 you were that awfully nice
boy" she said, disclosing tear-stalned
cheeks and looking him =T~= as though
she were inventOrying a long ST OF
points of deterioration.
Robert Hervey Randolph six feet
tall, freCkled-noSed, open-fated. blue
eyed and broad-shOuldered, looked up
at her almost appealingly as If his
whole sum and substance were crying
out TO be appraised at face value but
no less.
That's me-" he said vapidly. "My
name is Robert Hervey Randolph.
Some people call me Bob some
'Herv and the sldey ones say
Randy"
"And shall call you MIR. Ran
dolph, said Miss Thornton bravely
and then broke into "After-after
I've th-thanked you again and-and
again from my heart. I'm going now"
That's n wrong guess" said Robert,
smiling happliy-he didn't know exact
ly why. "Tm the one that's going, aft
er you promise me that you'll stay
here until ten o'clock tomorrow. But
before we come to that, please don't
thank me ever. IT'S selfish, but I'd
simply love TO have you remember me
as Bob or Heiv or. at the very worst,
Randy. Won't your"
She looked this way and that before
she let her face ripple to its wondrous
smile.
"Tl go as far as Randy" she COM
coded mlschievously; then the smile
went and the shadow came. "But l
really can't stay here, you know"
Mr. Randolph leaped TO his feet,
reached her In single stride and
caught her by both wrists "Look at
mev he said. "If you won't promise
TO stay here without a break till ten
o'clock tomorrow and thereafter at
your pleasure, I'll stay myself and
hold you. Now. do you or don't your
One-twO-"
II do"
"Do whatT' inquired Robert
81 promise"
MAKE yourself absolutely at home
then" he said, as he dropped her
hands and turned toward the door
IL feel like Christmas eve" said
Miss Thornton meekly. won't you
please tell me what's going to hap
penn"
you've guessed it-Christmas," he
answered enigmatlcally, tossed the
latch-key on the table. and left her.
She can be excused for spying upon
him from the curtained window. She
saw him awake the cabman, and then
watched the pantomime of long col.
loquy.
"Oh!" she moaned. mo wonderi
The awful, awful price of those horrld
clock things Why did let him tell IL
to waltz"
Presently she was amazed to see
both the driver and Mr.. Randolph dis
appear into the dark recesses Of tho
cab and close after them its door. For
| twenty breathless minutes she
watched. tormented by the thought
that they had retired to have II out
where they wouldn't be disturbed by
the police. But at last they issued
both of them. Mr.. Randolph proceed.
ed to crank the car and then, walking
rather strangely, went Off. headed
west; the driver mounted his box.
threw In the clutch, and scurried to
the east as though he were Off to
meet the morning.
Strange doings!'' thought Miss Im0-
gene Pamela Thornton, as she turned
from the window to start on private
ly conducted voyage of discovery.
Strange doings, indeed, and stranger
still could Imogene Pamela have heard
as well as seen. This is what really
happened: Mr.. Randolph awoke the
cabman gently but thoroughly; then
he said:
Look here: I want to buy your
wagon"
"Gowan, boss; wot dyer take me
for? Here been freezin' most to det'
fer two mortal hours an a gent like
you starts right In kickin' on the clock
widout even readin' It,"
"Shucks" said Mr.. Randolph.
whats biting your Never mind the
meter-readlng; here's twenty for you
to forget that. Now tell me: Who
owns your buzz-wagon? Your"
NAV; the Village Cab company
replied the saturnine cabman as he
stuffed the twenty-dollar bill into his
trousers pocket.
"Well." said Mr.. Randolph, "you
and l are about the same build and