Twin city review. [volume] (Champaign, Ill.) 19??-1929, 1921-04-29

seething with more emotions than
there are fumes In llme-kiln.
Miss Thornton - exclaimed Mr.
Randolph, as, from force Of long
habit he laid hat. stick and gloves
on side table and then advanced
with tentatively Outsretched hand.
"Oh, how do you dor asked Pa
mela, rising and Offering her hand
"Wo-won't you sit DOWN.
THANK you; | Will"
He took the other end Of the couch,
crossed his legs In an effort TO appear
thoroughly at home, and gazed almost
| furtiyely at the apparition before him.
Ye gods and heaps of daifodilsi What
a vision of loveliness, OF charm,
grace, breeding, carriage and nur-
tured beauty! What a bubbllng well
of mirth what source of the light
of youth that never fails; what an
armfnl Of divine delight!
"Er-I-er-told Mr.. Milyuns I'd
CALL said Mr. Randolph.
"YesY eagerly countered Miss
Thornton.
"Er--I-sald I'd be here Mt four"
supplemented Mr.. Randolph.
"Yes; he told me-" murmured Miss
Thornton. not quite so ardently.
"Er-it's just four now" stated Mr..
Randolph.
so 1t is" agreed Miss Thornton
quite coolly, glancing at the clock and
registering surprise-tone quite calm
and dignfied.
A long silence interyenes. The lady
could easily break 1t, but won't. She
has gathered somewhere that silence
Is often a club. Mr.. Randolph evil
IDENTIFY shares the intuition; he must
say something and does.
I've been very busy since l saw
you last"
"How Interestingly"
"Yes; 1t has benin spots. I've
er-been studying the under side of
the upper world through hole In the
front glass of taxi. 1t has given me
great idea"
"Really?"
Eyes; I'm going to start the Man.
haitian Chaperoned Cab company"
"The what? asked Miss Thornton,
forced to show interest I'm the prepOs.
ferrous project in spite of the fact that
her eyes were growing more and more
wounded and the corners of her trem-
ulous mouth were dropping farther
and farther south.
"Chaperoned Cab company" repeat
ed Mr.. Randolph, his broad brows
pickering In serious thought over his
wide blue eyes. 1T doesn't sound like
much of an idea until you follow 1t
out. Would you like to have me ex-
plain 1t To your"
"Oh. ce-certainly."
"Well, 1t all hangs on an invention
of my own--an attachment to the or
binary taximeter of miniature map
of New York and vicinity and sort
of seismic-needle affair, You set the
needle ON the point in the map CORE
spending to where the cab starts from
in--er-real life. Wherever the cab
goes, the needle shows the route in red
ink on the map, with "A time signal of
how long 1t stopped ut any given
house, park, store-er-et cetera.
Do you begin to get the idea"
"N--no," said Miss Thornton.
"Just think minute. Tired old
couple of conventional Ideas and ac-
tually beyond the age of dancing are
| In horror of sitting up all night watch
ing daughter have a good time. Send
her in one of my cabs; the ink-route
will show just how straight she went
| to the party, how long she stayed,
and how she came back. | forgot to
mention the photograph attachment in
every vehicle. Take another case:
Man married to pretty and very
! young wife. Can't you hear him say,
Yes my d-d-dear; you can 90 any
where if you'll take Chaperoned
CabT"
mo. | can't" said Miss Thornton
decisively. and stared meaningy at
the clock, as though she were worry
ing over her next engagement.
Mr.. Randolph flushed. rose hastily,
and possessed himself of hat, stick and
gloves.
II mustn't keep you" he said, 1--WE
got an appointment In about five min
utes myself"
She rose, an absent-minded look in
her eyes, and accompanied him to the
door of the room. He opened II and
took his hand from the knob to shake
! good-by. Her hand reached out to-
ward his listlessly, as though 1t had
become infected with the sefsame
droop that had assailed the corners
of her lips.
MAY I-er-eall agaln?"
"No" cried Pamela, snatched back
her hand. threw both arms up against
the doorjamb dropped her curly head
upon them, and burst into tears.
Mr.. Randolphs platinum-headed
cane fell with a clatter; his gloves
fluttered to the floor. and his new top
hat, emitting a clucking, mirthful
sound, hurtled across the room. In
less time than ii has taken TO de-