The Little River news., 1921-03-26

"Oh, no," said Slim; that's just it. mean, the young lady is very much all right"
 T begin to get you," murmured Tourke. Skirt on your track, ehY A look of pity followed by one of loyalty crept into his eyes. Look here, Slim," he continued: T know that tryin' to trick a female is like playin' hockey with a stick O dyna- mite. but we got lot O high cards to draw to. First shot out O the box, all the boys here is for you. Then there's your frien's, the Force. want to tell you, Slim, you're the first driver I ever had that could flatten out cop on busy day an make him think 1t was joke"
 Thanks" said MT. Randolph, but shook his head sadly.
 "Now, listen," resumed MI. O'Shaughnessy I'm goin' to have the boys up here as they come in an put 'em on. In the enteract, you slip out for makeup. Get Sally Painter round the corner to tone your face down to the color of your freckles, do little job on yer eyebrows an fix deep scar in the upper lip of yer speakin' tube. Get meT ;.
 Mir. Randolph's widely placed blue eyes narrowed in an effort to examine the proposition shrewdly from all angles, and the light of hope was just beginning to dawn across the trouble in his honest face when there came sharp knock on the door, followed promptly by the rattle of the loose knob and the unceremOnious entry of one birdlike, bald-headed, dapper corporation lawyer and two corpulent gum-shOe plain-clothes men.
 "Yere! Wot the" exclaimed the outraged MT. O'Shaughnessy.
 The legal light paid him no heed and advanced on the fast-wilting Slim Her. vey with Outstretched hand.
 'Rosert!" he cried beamingly. My dear boy, I'm glad to see you!"
 Don't take the glad hand, Slim," warned MT. O'Shaughnessy. 'The lit- tie runt may be tryin' to serve papers on yer. Now, gents, show yer war rant CT I'll call the boys an you take the consequences"
 T guess it's all, right, Tourke," said Slim weakly. 'They aren't going to pull me- exactly"
 II don't care whether they think they're goin' to pinch you CT not" re- marked Mir. O'Shaughnessy, fixing malignant eyes on the two heavy flanking forces of the small lawyer. T never did like the smell of fat" Suddenly he roared: Hey! Boys ]"
 The two bulls, strayed into inhos- pitable pastures, turned, stepped cat footed to the door, and took the flight of steps in three. They cannot be blamed, for they had recognized in Mir. 'Shaughnessy the man who had once been arrested for pushing over with one hand Ford that had crowded him.
 "Now, Robert" said the legal per- sonage, apparently quite oblivious of the desertion of his supports, T just want to talk with you. May I sit down?"
 Certainly, Mir. Milyuns," said Rob ert, alphabetically.
 Excuse me-" murmured MT. O'Shaughnessy. Did I, or didn't get the name correct?"
 T beg your pardon, Tourke," said Robert, "AIr. Borden Milyuns; MT, Tourke O'Shaughnessy." He pro nounced it 'Shockenssy," to the de. light of the owners ears, long unac- customed to the correct intonation o1 the exotic patronylnic.
 T did hear correct" said Mr. O'Shaughnessy, as he rose and tip. toed from the room. T leave you gents to your family affairs he add ed from the door, his eyes drinking a last view of the brain king he had dared to call runt.
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