The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1921-02-02

tnat DeuutlIui ana nungry young WOm-
an who had all but turned her back
on Settlement work and her face to
the Great White Way, suddenly awoke
not In the moonlit embrace of Clair
monte, but before the accusing face
of House In Henry street.
Nor was Mr.. Slim Hervey partial
to sex In salvation. There was the
instance of young Bertram Blossome
who shame-facedly hurried into his
cab a painted, wan-faced waf Of the
street with self-accusing eyes. No
case this of hunted and hunter-rath-
err two strayed bits of weak humanity
driven before the unleashed dogs of
poverty and lust. How readily and
unquestioningly the boy slipped from
the cab at his home address, miracu.
lousy confused almost as by the med.
ding finger of God with one very
different! How gratefully the girl
took the possible fare and something
over" and how her tears brimmed
chauffeur. wage-earner like herself
said: Nothing doing, Sister. The
ride Is on me-" and promptly whirled
away!
While all these incidents were en-
gaging, each In its own way, and
showed a reasonable profit to all con-
ccrned. Mr.. Randolph looked upon
them more or less as a means of get
tinU in hic hand 1,rinn nnrin1 nf
initiation. Once he felt sure of him
self and of his new chauffeuring point
Of view and attitude toward the gay
world from the under side, he began
to haunt the neighbOrhOOd of East
Ninth street at the hour when dinners
are plenty and taxis scarce.
Twice he saw Miss Madge Van
Teller carried off in Somebody's pri-
vate car, but he was not discouraged.
for he recognized in the very fact OF
urinary outings. In due course his
night and hour came. He was hailed
by the arriving Mr.. Beacher fremont
and ordered to stand by; twenty min
utes later he was listening to that
gentleman explaining to Miss Van L.
that cylinder had gone wrong on
his own car at the last moment.
Miss Madge Van Teller, upon whom
Mr.. Randolph had not laid eyes since
the very definite parting of their ways
beautiful tonight than at any other
time since the evening of her coming
out party. The reason was one and
the same. Tonight. as upon that 9th
er, she stood within a threshold and
peered out on Life with big l.. A
flame was in her cheeks and in her
eyes; her lips were half-parted and
thirsty. her bosom agtated. She was
divinely dressed.
They were very silent on their way
to dinner at the KnickerbOcker. but
they exuded an aura of tense expect
I ancy that made nothing of the glass
barrier between them and the car pi-
lot. who soon felt himself lifted and
carried on its wave. Something was
cooking beyond doubt and he then
and there determined to stick a fist
through the crust of the pie just be-
fore the smell of burning.
There is nothing more stereOtyped
than night run before the fever
hounds of New York. 1t is invariably
a four-act play that starts with sin,
! gle cocktail and tasty dinner, goes
on to a show peppered with double
meanings. thickens at the cabaret In
the close harmony of booze and dance
music and finally bursts somewhere
in the country"
The first act was easy for Randolph
he went on with the villain and the
leading lady, but once the revolving
door of the hotel had clucked on their
backs he had to withdraw to the wings
and dope out a means of evolving
from a super into star of the first
magnitude. He decided that it didn't
much matter who waited the couple
from dinner to the show, but that the
next extract would hold the crux OF
the nights entertainment, for the cal
that secured the freight for the caba
ret would stand a good chance of nail
ing II after the ball.
Consequently he was content to pics
up a gutter-snipe and then trail his
prey to the theater. "Them is the
two" he said to his ally, subOrned
with the promise Of two bits, cash on
delivery. "the John with the high hat
and the dreamdame in smOke-cOlOreC
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