Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1921-09-03
walk In conjunction with the ,or.
ward-bound stream OF t,ress.moda, o"

| =, Fhe lue car door
for herself and stepping In. The stare.
politely begged her TO pass to The tav,
at the head of the rank and Inc, 90
poiiteiy she Informed him that no, Zoo.
were wet enough as 1t was In tn
meantime, even her light weight on
the running-bOard hsG startled ~
driver into wakefulness and with
going through any motions he had
heard the unforgettable tones ~ No,
| voice.
The starter shrugged his shonId.ro
parked out an address In Fifty-nlntb
street and kindly offered to turn her
over for him." The driver laid from.
bling hands on the wheel and cautiops.
ly drew himself up to sitting ,,os,.
ZION without disturbing the shielding
angle OF his cap. Far from his iron.
Dled mind were thoughts Of snow. the
slush and skiddlng. He threw ip his
clutch. started her with jerk, round.
ed the cab In front successfully skid.
ded nightly thereafter Strengthened
her out, skidded again, and crashed
with a great spllntering Of spoksx
broadside front on the curb directly
before the delighted windows Of tho
Poppy club.
Nothing would have happened to
Miss Thornton had she been sitting
back In a ladylike manner, but at the
moment of the cabs collision with the
imperturbable curb, she was otherwise
occupied; In short, the glass being
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 few
and volplaned to landing on hands
and knees in the very middle Of the
very wide sidewalk,
With a cry Of, "Oh, missl" 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 fed down the
hill.
Hi! You Slim Herveyi" 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 lovellest
trouble that had ever sent out an s.
0. S. signal In the face of ready help
to the falling. Individually and col.
lectively, they raised the curly-haired
vision to Its feet.
ut was Mr.. Randolph" gasped the
maiden, In evident distress, "and I've
been looking for him for weeks"
"NOt Bobbyi" exclaimed Mr.. Near.
ton.
mot Hervl'' calculated Mr.. Verrles.
mot Randyl" INTERCEPTED Mr.. Berry.
Pamela nodded three times but her
eyes failed to show wonder. Nowadays
everybody she ran into seemed to
know everybody she knew by his first
name.
excuse me-" said Mr.. Neartou, in.
tent on getting there first with re-
mark-any remark; docs he owe y0d
money, too?"
The effect twas electrical. Miss
Thornton assumed n 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 II u.s." said Pamela. GraW-
ing a yellowback from her chatelahe
and thrusting It into Mr.. Nearton's
nerveless hand. II happen to owe Mr..
Randolph great deal more than that.
Wherewith she turned and mode for
the corner and the nearest telephone
booth.
Pamela was short Of breath when
she reached the telephone, hut she
managed to get Mr.. Milyuns' residence
on the wire and learned that he was
detained at the Office. She called up
that safe den Of the woud-be uhdls-
turbed and connected with a new and
strange drawl.
"YOu've got the wrong number, ihdy.
This Mr.. Mlyuns went home early TO
celebrate his silver wedding"
"Wlll you put me through to SIR.
Borden Milyuns," asked Pamela, in a
sugar-sweet voice, "or do you really
want to start looking for another jcbT'
How do I know you know him
Miss Hurry, did you say? The office
boy amt here, so I can't ask him.
Leave me your number, an I'll have
him call you"
know himw gulped Pamela, in a
rage. why, I've k-klssed him"
kissed Mr.. Milyuns r. responded
the voice, taking sudden notice. well,
dearie, why didn't you say sol |
thought you was one Of them high
brow danes. II it's matter Of kissin'
the boss over the wire, why just you go
to 1t. won't listen-oh, mol"
And moment later, Pamela, IN a
streamline body:
"Oh, Mr.. Milyuns, this is Pamela
and I've found him. ;, Yes; Rand,
Mr.. Randolph. :. No: he got away
I. +. Yes. He's going unt er The tame
of Slim Hervey and he was driving the
Village Cab company's No. 1893, and
he smashed II on the curb just In front
of that horrid Poppy cIuo, and when
he saw me, he ran. i. Oh you will
get him, won't your Pie sc hurry.