The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1921-03-18
PART l-Continued.

On that day she had beer Miss limo
gene Pamela Thornton. petted darling
Of the gods and Mr.. Brewster Thorn
ton, banker and widOwer; two months
later had come ThOrntOn's financial
smash and. Immediately afterward. his
spiritual, moral and bodily ~collaDse.
Everything that had made for life i'm
him having been swept away. he dice
as a matter of course, and was buried.
For sole Inheritance, little Genie
Thornton found herself possessor and
possessed of n Maggie O'Rourke. a
nurse of long standing, Of earnest and
faIthful face, and a monster heart i'm
prisoned in u pitifully hin chest.
1t had taken Genie's great-uncle
Asa Thornton. six more months TO for
get q quarrel of sixteen years stand
Ing with his nephew. and by that time
child and nurse had been seeped into
that lower world which can't afford
morning and afternoon editions and is
too busy praying for daily bread to
look for a rain of mamma in the daily
press,
In short, Maggie and her charge.
traced down the ladder Of reputable.
disreputable and impossible lodgings.
had slipped ultimately from sight and
the ken of people with addresses. and.
as a result. Mr.. Robert Hervey Ran
d0iph. whose relationship TO Mr.. Asa
thornton is of no import whatever 70
this tale OF cause and effect came into
ten thousand a year and a String-tbe
string being the possible temperance
of Miss lmOgene Pamela.
Bob" had said old Asa, on the
verge Of a tardy demise, Pm not in
Producing you 70 a war between con
science and self-intereSt. There's no
silly StOry-bOOk test about my money
you are under no obligation TO look
for lmogene or 10 shout if YOU step on
her by any twist Of chance. My law
yers have all the instructions neceS-
sary along those lines; they are to
every reasonable effort, and If
they succeed. why, you're man enough
to look out for Yourself. lit isn't
going TO make a devil IF q lot of differ
ence TO me- where the cash goes so
long AS | die with-die with the
With that last sentence. his mind !
had stumbled and wandered off to
of his nephew Brewster.
Looking back from the vantage Of
twenty-six years, Randolph caught,
FOR the first time, the full import of
Asa Thornton's farewell words TO him
md TO life: "Die with the credit"
fhey held the kernel of the old mans
carefully measured amend.
Great old top" murmured Mr..
randolph aloud, and half unconscious
y turned TO the left at FOrty-secOnd
Five minutes later he was
in the maelstrOm Of the
Thanksgiving crowd milling around
Times square.
Presently he found himself on the
dye of a human sea, banked up to
I've passage to a honking empty taxi
Here was another question for a
uddenly inQuiring mind. Where did
axicabs, empty ones. 60 TO in such a
urry? The door OF this one was
winging open, and the proof of how
ltent the crowd was on its myriad
ldividr.ll goals is evidenced by the
,ct that a dozen voices did not in t
)rm the driver hat the season was &
f for fans or wheels. $
The cab was moving more slowly
IAN Mr.. RandOlph's subc~onsciOus
ind, which led him to step into it and &
lietly close the inviting door. Upon {
'ating himself, he tried to analyze t
re impulse that had lifted him from j
le curb. He decided that it was not +
much the curiosity as TO the desti-
of empty cabs as q natural and g
dislike for being pushed and
by people. d
1t was not long before the cab. un-
loaded for bear, drew up
tn a final honk at the stage-dOor of c.
e Crocodile. Immediately came a A
Sping voice that was vaguely IA b.
liar to Mr.. Randolph. fl
well" it said, you sure took your
IN time getting here" The driver,
pert in a~ggravating repartee with
t words. pressed the bulb of lis VI
horn three times. "Cut it
!" said tie rasping voice. There fir
1t any hurry now" TIL
It was incredible, reasoned Mr.. Ran
loh with himself, that anyone should sv