The Little River news., 1921-03-12

Detours, subterfuges and the finesse of the road-faker were swept from Randofph's mind; he made straight for the bridge and home, but long be- fore they reached the river all sound had ceased to issue from the cab and in its stead reigned a purposeful, al- most menacing silence What was she thinking in there? What could she think? Why didn't she go right on crying and keep her mind fully occupied with that?
 As they swept down the incline from the bridge into City Hall park he suddenly realized that he had been on the verge of giving himself away. He half turned his head and shouted through the speaking-slot, "What ad- dress, missga a...s.,ssg .... 2
 Her voice came back to him from very close as though her face had been pressed to the glass in an effort to make him out. At the corner of the Avenue and East Ninth street."
 Ten minutes later he drew up his cab at the appointed spot and reached back to throw open the door, but kept his foot on the clutch release, leaving the gears in mesh. first speed ahead.
 All his precautions were in vain. As he opened the cab door his coat sleeve was seized in a very determined grip and drawn inward, catching his elbow in jiu-jutsu leverage that left him the Hobson's choice of either get ting out and facing his captor or lis tening to his arm break. He chose to get down from his seat quickly.
 "Well. Bobby" murmured Miss Van T.
 MT. Randolph attempted no evasion i; he handed the lady to the curb and guided her gently toward her own door and up the high steps. "Madge," he said, you fought great fight to- night and when you had won you felt sorry for Fremont and surrendered. You were swept too high on the wave of the best that is in you. Promise me that you won't forget that you have won. Promise me that you will wait and take Fremont, all of him, with honor."
 What do you mean? What did you hear?"" cried Miss. Van T. angrily, her pale face suddenly flushing.
 From the start of the ride to the finish heard every word," declared MT. Randolph frankly. "and more."
 And mOre!'> repeated the hard pressed girl. "What do you mean by more?" She still tried to browbeat him, but remembering one incredibly long kiss, her eyes fell in the unequal battle with Bobby's and attempted to create diversion by staring at his gai- tered legs and heavily booted feet.
 "Look up, Madge. Look at me-" said MT. Randolph and waited patient ly until first her long lashes fluttered and then her lovely eyes swept slowly up to his face. '"That's it," he con- tinued as their looks met and locked. Let's hold that so we can't lie."
 Why should lie if you really heard everything?" asked Miss Van T., and suddenly smiled.
 "Madge, you little devil" said MT. Randolph, suppressing an impulse to shake her, "can you think of what you've been doing and laugh?'
 "Yes, l can, just now" said Miss Van T., in little gasping phrases that to a man, especially one of Mir. Ran dolph's limpid nature, carried only their face value in words, but which to any woman would have read as plainly as the red-weather signal, Look out for showers of tears fol lowed by storm"
 "Well," said Mir. Randolph solemnly, Eff you really don't realize just where you have been, let me tell you. First you flew high Into clean air and you took Fremont with you. You were possessed of vision and you made him see it, too, q mirage of those lifted places that are the altar of the mind before love. Just mirage, an illusion of perfect happiness, which