The Elk Mountain pilot., 1921-03-17

age, unmistakable age. had settled on
the faces of the five youths. He put
his fingers to his own countenance; he
could feel the added years.
The game ended, as do all titanic
battles. in absolute silence. Mr.. Ran
dolph sorted. stacked. tabulated his
winnings. and stuffed them into all the
pockets on his person. He then noted
the hour-eleven o'clock of bright
Thursday morning-and. proceeding to
the nearest telephone booth. called up
Mr.. William verries of verries K Cat,
stock brokers'
THAT you, William? This is Bob
Randolph. William, I've got sixteen
thousand dollars in my jeans at the
moment of speaking. What's the low
est margin you'll give me to sell Anal.
l. S. & c. short for delivery at tomor-
rows closing?"
''Sell Anal. /. s. & C. short !" gasped
Mr.. yerries. "why. you're crazy!
Buy, and I'll talk to you.'
II don't want to>buy." said Mr.. Ran
dolph patiently. You're right. in
way. about my being crazy. You see,
since you saw me the other day. I've
come into some easy long stuff, and It's
just running my experiment in the
philosophy of moneyless life. want
to lose my wad just like told you,
and If you don't promise to start sell
ing for me inside of the next five min
utes. I'll let friendship slide and call
up some real brokers'"
"well, If you put it in that way. you
escaped loon. I'll assist your sap-head-
ed philosophy to your exact cash limit.
When will you pony up7"
''In twenty minutes by the clock"
said Mr.. Randolph cheerfully, and rang
of.
The historic pounding drive on
Anal. /. S. & G. that started with the
opening of the market on the follow
ing day was Of such Homeric proper
tions that the advance sale made by
Messrs. verries & Cat on, behalf Of
Mr.. r. II. Randolph during the Thurs
day afternoon next preceding was a
mere drop In the bucket of oblivion to
the public at large-a mere fiea-blte
lost in the shuffling of epidermises to
the monster saurians involved In the
combat; but to Mr. Randolph, it was
matter of transcendent Importance.
With a feeling Of great relief over
an order that he had placed with his
tailor nine days previously for COM
plete new afternoon and evening out
fits, the successful hunchbuster col
lected one hundred and thirty-two
thousand. thirty-eight and no hum
dredths dollars and proceeded to turn
in his wagon to the Village Cab COM
pany, together with the highest clock
reading ever known in the history Of
Manhattan. He then chartered one of
the vehicles for hire of that concern
and directed it to carry him to his
new clothes.
At ten minutes to four, he emerged
from his tailor's, garbed In the very
latest thing in slim-line morning coats,
top hat, pearly-striped trousers,
spats, a notified, platinum-handled,
snekewood stick, and gardenia In his
buttonhole. Ignoring the wise and
friendly -sneering look on the face of
the cab driver, who was none other
than our old friend Of saturnine Wis
age, Patrick O'Reilly by name. fallen
on evil times, and re-engaged that very
day on Mr.. Randolph's recommends
tion. he gave certain address in
Fifty-ninth street.
Let us now break one Of the cardi-
nal rules of narrative for cash by
ruthlessly switching the objective point
Of view. Behold Miss 1mogene Pa
mela Thornton dressed in q ravish-
ing, modestly modern tea-gown effect
that would have cost her great-great-
grandmother a duckfng in the pond on
Bleecker street II she had dared to
wear 1t in her day at q fancy-dress
ball, pacing up and down Mr.. Ran
dolph's recent sitting room and count
ing OF nine on her fingers for the
hundred and eighty-sixth time,
And then at last the belli Tom
linson, his jaw set grimly, advanced
upon the door. For an agonizing