Connecticut western news., 1921-01-27

l "nS aS uIe WILn-ule WltD Lfc l credit"
 With that last sentence, his mind had stumbled and wandered off to | memories Of his nephew Brewster. Looking back from the vantage of twenty-six years, Randolph caught, for the first time. the full import of Asa Thornton's farewell words to him and to life: Die with the credit" They held the kernel of the old mans l carefully measured amend.
 Great old top" murmured Mir. Randolph aloud, and half unconscious ly turned to the left at Forty-second street. Five minutes later he was caught in the maelstrom of the Thanksgiving crowd milling around Times square
 Presently he found himself on the edge of human sea, banked up to give passage to honking empty tad- cab. Here was another question for a suddenly inquiring mind. Where did taxi-cabs, empty ones go to In such a hurryf The door of this one was swinging open, and the proof of how intent the crowd was on its myriad individual goals is evidenced by the fact that a dozen voices did not in- form the driver that the season was efT for fans on wheels.
 The cab was moving more slowly than MT. RRndolpA's subconscious mind, which led hin to step into 1t and quietly close the inviting door. Upon seating himself, he tried te analyzs the impulse that had lifted him from the curb. He decided that it was not so mush the euriss1U as to the desti- nation of empty cabs as natural and RAcieot dislike for being pushed and s,bowed sy people.
 | It was not long before the cab. un- vitttnxly lsAded for bear, drew up with a final honk at the stage-doof of tss Crocodile. Immediately came 6 HaspinE voice that was vaguely fa- nsilisr 10 Mir. Randolph.
 Well" it said. ~you sure took your own time getting here" The driver, expert in asgravating repartee with out words, pressed the bulb of his atrocious horn three times. "Cut 1t out {" said the rasping voice. "Thers isn't any hurry now.'
 It was incredible, reasoned Mir Ran dolph wiA Himself, that anyone should forget that voice once heard, and he was right. He remembered 1t. It was the voice of MT. Duke Beamer. whom he had had the distinct pleasure of blackballing for one club in college and three In town. Mir. Beamer, to his honest mind, was the best living ex- ample of animated slime In tailor made clothes.
 MT. B. was not alone; MT. Randolph could just see his companion through the slant of the half-raised window glass, and even that distorted glimpse was very close to a vision. The girl was young, beautiful, and troubled Her cheeks were thin and pale her parted lips aquiver; her chin was atremble. Of course she was very cheaply but neatly clothed.
 Make up your mind," said the rasH- ing voice. "Ride with me or walk the streets by yourself. and don't forget thnt there's no job behind you. You've said good-by to that door for good"
 The girls wan face went throush that contortion which says, "I won't cry," and doesn't, thereby achieving a pity beyond the need of tears The quivering of her lips, the trembling of her chin grew more pronOunced-only to steady down as she swept up strick- en and imploring eyes to the face of the unseen man.
 "Oh, Duke" she begged, promise promise you'll be always good to me-"
 "Of course, little one," said the rasp- ing voice, promptly and much relieved. promising lightly to pay on demand, In full for a soul delivered in advance. You'll never regret 1t, believe me-"
 The girl tore her doubting eyes from his face and stepped toward the cab. Mr. Randolph made himself ex- ceeding small in the corner nearest the curb. An unseen agent opened the door; the girl slipped in and turned to seat herself; her escort made to follow. Then did MT. Randolph suddenly lean forward and proceed to push In the face of MT. Beamer with his open hand and the full weight of his shoul- der. That astonished scion of once gentlenranly house reeled backward and sat down on the pavement ker- plunk.
 My, what bumpI" spoke a keen young voice over MT. Randolph's