Charlevoix county herald., 1921-03-18


Raise the Yelling Headgear.
broadside front on the curb directly
before the delighted windows OF the
Poppy club.
Nothing would have happened to
Miss Thornton had she been sitting
back In ladylike manner, but at the
moment of the cabs collision with the
imperturbable curb, she was otherwise
occupied I'm short the glass being a
bit frosted. she was standing up and
trying to peek through the speaking
slot. As consequence. when the door
flew open with the shock, she also flew
and volplaned to a landing on hands
and knees In the very middle OF the
very wide sidewalk.
With cry Of, "Oh, MISS" the
driver sprang toward her, but when,
still on hands and knees, she looked up
and gasped, "Oh, Randy-Mr Ran
dolph!' he turned and fled down the
hill.
"Hi! You Slim Hervey!" yelled the
starter. "Come back here an sign up
for the junk! !"
In the meantime, which wasn't
much more than the twinkling Of an
eye, three perennial near-youths
dashed down the steps Of the Poppy
club to the assistance Of the lOveliest
trouble that had ever sent out an s
o. S. signal In the face Of ready help
fn hn fol ui
lectively, they raised the curly-haired
vision to its feet.
at was Mr.. Randolph" gasped the
maiden. in evident distress, land I've
been looking for him for weeks"
mot Bobby" exclaimed Mr.. Near.
ton.
mot Herv :" calculated Mr. Verries
"Not Randy" INTERCEPTED Mr.. Berry
Pamela nodded three times. but her
eyes failed to show wonder. Nowadays
everybody she ran into seemed tC
know everybody she knew by his first
name.
Excuse me-" said Mr.. NeartOn, in.
tent on getting there first with a re-
mark-any remark; "does he owe you
money, toof"
The effect was electrical Miss
Thornton assumed freezing dignity
She fixed Mr.. Nearton with steady
eyes.
"How much does Mr. Randolph owe
your" she asked.
"Only tw-twenty," babbled Mr.. Near
ton.
swell. here It is" said Pamela. draw
ing q yellowback from her chatelains
and thrusting ii into Mr.. Nearton's
nerveless hand. 81 happen to owe Mr.
Randolph great deal more than that
Wherewith she turned and made FOL
booth
Pamela was short of breath wher
she reached the telephone, but she
managed to get Mr. Milyuns' residence
on the wire and learned that he was
detained at the office. She called ur
that safe den of the world-be undis
turbed and connected with q new and
strange drawl.
you've got the wrong number, lady
This Mr.. Milyuns went home early tC
celebrate his silver wedding"
"will you put me through to Mr.
Borden Milyuns," asked Pamela, in q
sugar-sweet voice, cor do you really
want to start looking for another Job ?
"How do I know you know him
Miss Hurry, did you sayf The office
how oin't here so I can't ask him
Leave me your number, an I'll have
him call you"
"Know him." gulped Pamela, In 9
rage. "Why, I've k-kissed him"
kissed Mr.. Milyuns ~, responded
the voice, taking sudden notice. swell
dearie, why didn't you say so?
thought you was one OF them high
brow danes. II it's a matter of klssin
the boss over the wire, why just you &c
TO Il. I won't listen-oh, no."
And a moment later, Pamela, In 9
streamline body:
"Oh. Mr.. Milyuns, this Is Panels
and I've found him Yes; Randy
, MIR. Randolph. :. No; he got away
:. Yes. He's going under the name
Of Slim Hervey and he was driving tn,
b village Cab company's No. 1898. ant
he smashed II on the curb just In front
Of that horrld Poppy club, and wher
he saw me, he ran. Oh, You will
get him, won't your Please hurry
81 And now, IL you'll hang up. 1 have q
= few words to say to that new tele