The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1921-03-23
TAXI-PART III
CONTINUED From Last Week.

week from the day after tomorrow AT
four In the afternoon. There Is a
condition, however, and 1t is that I be
left alone without any mental reser-
walton by her and you and your agents
during the intervening time"
"One hundred thousand In 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 capitulation and promptly left
the room.
Mr.. O'Shaughnessy presently re-
turned and found his favorite driver
sunk in strenuous revere.
swell, Mr.-er-Robert. are you
g0in' back to the fOlksT
Mr.. Randolph raised his head and
smiled.
'Call me SLIM please, TOurke-
Slim Hervey for awhile yet. I've de-
cided to accept your offer of another
(. wagon for week or two-that is, II
you realize you'll be doing me just
plafh, monumental favor"
<Sure, kid" said Mr.. O'Shaugh-
messy, flushing, as does all his kind on
the verge Of gratitude. "Thats all
right"
"Thanks a lott" said Mr.. Randolph
"And do you mind If I take the wall
\ street beat for a while? l need
money"
"Why, Slim. what's got We? Ye
know that's the rOttenest short-run
stand in town. Now, eff it's money
you want" Mr. O'Shaughnessy
reached slowly down into his capaciOus
trousers pocket, his eyes, meanwhile,
studying Mr.. Randolph's physiognomy
! with a shrewd CLINT that had fore
stalled many clever attempt at
touch in years gone by.
Eyes, money" said Mr.. Randolph
pensively; "a hundred thousand dol
lars worth"
TOurke's face underwent startling
change, as though it had tumbled down
a whole ladder of emotions until 1t
landed with a jolt on solid platform
of infinite pity.
"Take any beat We like, boy, while
We. en- hold the Wheel" he said, at
tn same time jambing the brakes
down on his too generous hand. AN
be sure your OIL frien' TOurke amt
goin' to forget to come to the hospital
to see you"-he finished almost with
sOb-"Often."
For five restless, heart-breaking
days, Mr.. Randolph and his cab were
I'D nf short
horn curb-brOker that wanted his
friends and customers to see him start
away from the scene of others labors
I'm a taxi. The vast assurance that had
graced him when he allowed Mr.. Mil
yuns to infer that nine days was plenty
I'm which to pick up hundred thou
sand dollars and that had also tinged
a remark made some weeks before to
q Miss Madge Van Teller to the ef-
feet that the great thing nowadays
was to avoid having too much money
had been gradually worn to a ragged
FRAGILE.
Mr.. Randolph was on the point OF
trying to persuade himself that he was
giving way to the too constant strain
rather than to any defect in his phil
osophy Of the easiness Of wealth when
an excited and hatless elevator boy
rushed up and said:
"Here. youse! Mr.. Embonpoint Nor
gums car has frOze. Ring your OIL
IRE alarm"
Mr.. Randolph almost knocked over a
fare that was attempting to get aside.
Engaged" he growled, as he
stopped to 'turn her over"
Five minutes later. his cab was car
rying, In the persons Of Mr.. Morgum.
above mentioned, and another. the po-
tential pivOts Of very tight-vested in
terests to the tune of twelve billion
dollars. 1t may be thought that 1t was
Slim Hervey's intention to watt this
precious pair to some bosky retreat,
cover them with leaves, and hold them
for ransom. but such was not the case.
He desired nothing from these two
potentates among race Of lucre
giants beyond what might come to him
through his ever-open Speaking slot.
This Is all he heard:
"Lewisfader is getting kind Of
fresh"
.That's what ! been thinkin'."
"Whenf"
"what about Friday, when the Bun
ksrs- Bollweevil report comes out?"
"Good idea Friday It u.s."
~ Not another word. but. as Il hap
4 psned. II was enough to start Mr.. Ran
dolph honking uptown the moment he
had dropped his laconic fares at their
next board meeting. No one had to
tell him who Lewisfader was; he had
been to college with that fnancier's
con. and II there was one thing above
al others that said offspring was good