Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1921-01-31

/ promptly and emphatically. "Now tell
me what you've got up your sleeve.
Please, Madge; that's dear girl! If
! you only knew how I'm worried seven
times a day"
I'm trying to tell you" broke in
Miss Van Teller, but you talk so
] much I can't get In anywhere. Last
night a taxi brought me home from
er-from d drive, and the cabman was
Bobby, looking simply stunning in one
OF those awfully high-collared, khaki,
Waist-etfect wooIly coats, chauffeurs
cap, tan puttees, boots, and all"
Yes, yes" interrupted Mr.. Milyuns;
Il know now just how he looked. What
was the liceHse-number Of the car. and
to which company did it belong?"
a long pause
"Why, 1 didn't notice."
'ThanEs awfuIly, my dear"
Sound Of hanging up the receiver.
$50 there you are" said Mr.. Milyuns
to the very much excited Pamela.
"We've got this far and, by a 1lulle en-
tirely unconnected with the twenty-five
sleuths l have been pensioning in ad-
vance of their lifelong service, Robert
is driving one Of the sixty-three thou
sand taXicabs that infest the streets
of New York"
poor dear" said Pamela, tears ris-
ing to her adorable eyes. Then she dis
missed Mr.. Milyuns, who would gladly
have fingered. Il have to go out now.
I'm so sorry, but thank you very, very
much'
Cant l drop you wherever you're
going?' asked the very human mind of
the leading legal authority on corpora
ton hcdge-rows and byways.
"Oh, no." said Pamela, translucent
as love itself; u shall go in taxis."
How many vulgar vehicles for hire
were blessed by the transient presence
OF Miss Thornton during the next seven
hours is a matter OF gross mathematics
and consequently beneath the ken of
an intelligence that can chat along
about nice things like Pamela and Rob
ert Randolph for pure pleasure and
subsequently sell the remarks for cold
cash. Five minutes to spot a lively
cab, five minutes to ticket the driver
and pile him on the discard two more
TO find her purse three more to look
innocent; then start all, over again.
Divide seven times sixty minutes by
ali that, and you've got her number.
Let us leave the statistical fiend and
pass on to seven O'clock of the near
Christmas evening when Miss Thorn
ton was mCmentarily cut of a cab
/ and strolling down the slope of the
hump in West Fifty-seventh street. A
muShy snowman had just begun to
fall, giving anyone with the price a
splendid excuse for taking q cab any
where for anywhere. Before the portal
of the Great Northern Lights squatted
four taEis in a line. In the drivers
seat of the rearmost of these, and CON
seQuently the last on the rank, Iank
human being was buried in an enor-
nous turned-Up collar rooted by a
chauffeur's cap set at an angle of
slumber.
Pamela, the very moment her eyes
fell on the recumbent figure, felt that
short quick leap Of the blood in her
veins which is ordinarily termed a
"hunch." She longed to step forward
and raise the yelling headgear, but she
dared not for not only was the hotel
starter on the job but also the window
shades Of the Poppy club next door
were still elevated by special request,
owing to the slippery state Of the side
walk in conjunction with the home
ward-bound stream Of dressNmodels.
As q consequence, she was necessar-
lily content with opening the car door
for herself and stepping in. The starter
politely begged her TO pass to the taxi
at the head Of the rank and just as
politely she informed him that her feet
were wet enough as it was. In the
meantime, even her light weight on
the rurning-board had startled the
driver into wakefulness and, without
going through any motions, he had
heard the. unforgettable tones of her
voice.
The starter shrugged his shoulders,
harked out an address in Fifty-ninth
street and kindly offered to turn her
over for him" The driver laid trem-
bling hands IN She wheel and cautious
ly drew himself up 10 a sitting posi-.
ton without disturbing the shielding
angle of his cap. Far from his trou-