Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-04-08

been pressed to the glass In an effort
to make him out. "At the corner Of
the Avenue and East Ninth street"
Ten minutes later he drew up his
cab at the appointed spot and reached
back to throw open the door but kept
his foot on the clutch release, leaving
the gears in mesh, first speed ahead.
All his precautions were in vain.
AS he opened the cab door his coat
sleeve was seized in a very determined
grip and drawn inward, catching his
elbow in a jiu-jutsu leverage that left
him the Hobson's choice Of either get
ting out and facing his captor or lis
'ening to his arm break. He chose
TO get down from his seat quickly.
"Well, Bobby" murmured Miss Van
t.
Mr.. Randolph attempted no evasion
be handed the lady to the curb and
guided her gently toward her own
door and I'D the high steps, "Madge,"
he said, you fought a great fight to-
night and when you had won you felt
sorry for fremont and surrendered.
You were swept too high on the wave
Of the best that is in you. Promise
me that you won't forget that you
have won. Promise me that you will
wait and take fremont, all Of him,
with honor"
what do you mean? What did
you hear?" cried Miss Van T. angrily,
her pale face suddenly flushing.
From the start of the ride to the
finish I heard every word" declared
Mr. Randolph frankly, "and more"
"And more ." repeated the hard
pressed girl. what do you mean by
more?" She still tried to browbeat
him, but remembering one incredibly
long kiss, her eyes fell in the unequal
battle with Bobby's and attempted to
create diversion by staring at his gai-
tered legs and heavily booted feet
Look up, Aadge. Look at me-"
said Mr.. Randolph and waited patient
ly until first her long lashes futtered
and then her lovely eyes swept slowly
up to his face. That's it." he con-
tinued as their looks met and locked. /
Lets hold that so we can't lie
"Why should lie if you really heard 1
everything?" asked Miss Van T.. and |
suddenly smiled.
"Madge, you little devil" said Mr.
Randolph. suppressing an impulse to 1
shake her, 'can you think of what
you've been doing and laugh"
''Yes, 1 can. just now" said Miss
Van T., in little gasping phrases that
to a man, especially one of Mr.. Ran
dolphs llmpid nature. carried only
their face value in words, but which
to any woman would have read as
plainly as the red-weather signal,
Look out for showers of tears fol-
lowed by storm"
"Well," said Mr.. Randolph solemnly,
'if you really don't realize Just where
you have been. let me tell you. First
you flew high into clean air and you
took fremont with you. You were
possessed Of a vision and you made
him see it, too, a mirage Of those
lifted places that are the altar of the
mind before love. Just a mirage, an
illusion of perfect happiness, which
cold reason tells US we can't ever turn
into reinforced concrete and plant in
the yard. but which we must either 2;
forever hold as a vision or admit that
6Se Is a sordid and wingless thing"
Miss Van Tellier's eyes fell from
lis frank gaze. Something seemed to ;
,rumple within her; she put her arms
around Mr.. Randolph's neck. chung .
o him. dropped her face against his
houlder and sobbed, not noisily. but '
IS one who weeps TO rest. s
He held her close to him and went {
n, his face set as though to a duty.
Then what did you do? Because he 1
esitated. merely hesitated at the high e
DOR of alteration, you promptly @
damned it and dropped plumb
traight down like that traitor arch +
NIGEL Johnny out of heaven into the I,
rms of hell" Ii
"BobbyI" cried Miss Van T., throw o
lg back her head and struggling to !
elease herself How dare you say h
thing like that7 How dare you be u
ere, anyway l hate you. 1 don't 81
now how 1 ever could have thought Y
loved you. l fell, but it was into d.
eachers arms. and wish was there tc
ght now" More sObs. cOnvulSive e
les, that shook the slim body In Mr.. II
andolph's embrace from twitching m
BOULDER to tired feet. gi
Lest the reader be startled by what's
ming next it will do well TO remind
m that this poignant scene was hs
aged at three O'Clock in the morning Is
the high stoop of the Van Teller dc
Ia. 4
Yer left the perimeter of the door dc
at which In itself presented an al FL
,st feminine contradiction, In that be
bore, done In red on its face. the lie;
,rd welcome" but was neverthe- fri
IS padlocked and chained TO the iron tn
ling.
Even as Miss Van Teller was sob rel