Connecticut western news., 1921-03-24

of New York and vicinity and sort of seismic-needle affair. You set the needle on the point in the map core spending to, where the cab starts from in-er-real life. Wherever the cab goes, the needle shows the route in red ink on the map, with a time signal of how long 1t stopped at any given house, park, store-er-et cetera. Do you begin to get the ideaf'
 "N-no," said Miss Thornton.
 "Just think a minute. Tired old couple of conventional ideas and ac- tually beyond the age of dancing are In horror of sitting up all night watch ing daughter have good time. Send her in one of my cabs; the ink-route will show just how straight she went to the party, how long she stayed, and how she came back. I forgot to mention the dictograph attachment in every vehicle. Take another case: Man married to a pretty and very young wife Can't you hear him say, Yes, my d-d-dear; you can go any where if you'll take Chaperoned CabT"
 "No, I can't" said Miss Thornton decisively, and stared meaningly at the, clock, as though she were worry ing over her next engagement.
 MT. Randolph flushed, rose hastily, and possessed himself of hat. stick and gloves.
 mustn't keep you," he said, "Ive got an appointment Tn about five min- utes myself"
 She rose, an absent-minded look in her eyes, and accompanied him to the 6@mR ss sAs ee>m. He opened it and took his hand Arnm tA@ knob to shake sood-by. Her hand reached out to- ward his nstlessly, as though 1t had become infected with the selfsame droop that hs0 'assailed the corners of her lips. . a
 May I-er--cail againr
 "Nol" cried Pamela, snatched back her hand, threw both arms up against the doorjamb, dropped her curly head upon them, and burst into tears.
 MT. Randolph's p1atinum-headed cane fell with a chatter; his gloves fluttered to the floor, and his new top hat. emitting a clucking, mirthful sound, hurled across the room. In less time than it has taken to de- scribe these simultaneous events, he had seized the sobbing girl in his arms and was babbling as follows:
 Miss Tho-Pamela-Pam, you dearest and sweetest of all the little women in the world! Oh, darling, don't cry; but if you must, then cry on me-so! That's right, my precious: put your arms round my neck and hold me close. S-strangle me. b. but never, never let me go."
 He stopped gradually, picked her up. and made for the couch. Just before he got there. he reached a small prayer rug of Persian design and of great value, one of many such oases in the large expanse of beautifully waxed flooring. The specified rug seemed to take sudden offense at Mir. Randolph's rude footfall It took to Itself wings and flew from under him The crash of two of the choicest bits of Manhattan's humanity was terrific Above the din of scattering furniture could be heard the peal of a girls clear laughter, and presently a voice ringing merrily through half-swal. lowed. sobs: ..f
 "M-my-what a b-bump"
 They sat on the floor; face to face, and matched a treble: "Ha! Ha! Fla! !" with a heavy male: Flaw l Flaw! flaw"
 The terrified TomIinson burst in up- on the scene and there are twenty-six adjectiyes that would have fitted the look on his countenance, the first five being "astounded," "scandalized," amazed. ''deprecating," "appalled."
 M Ter Robert! M-Miss Imo- gene!"
 Pam 'nted one finger at him weakly was off again to tumble down cascade of laughter. Tom his so emn head from side Y erie, d and palsied mot.
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