The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1921-03-31

and knees in the very middle Of the
very wide sidewalk
With a 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.
eli! 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
to the falling. Individually and COL
lectively, they raised the curly-haired
vision to it's feet.
1T was Mr.. Randolph" gasped the
maiden, in evident distress, "and I've
been looking for him for weeks"
"Not Bobby" exclaimed Mr.. Near
ton.
"Not Herv!" calculated Mr. Verries.
"Not Randy" interjected 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.. Nearton, in
tent on getting there first with re-
mark-any remark; "does he owe you
money, too?''
The effect was electrical. Miss
Thornton assumed a freezing dignity.
She fixed Mr.. Nearton with steady
eyes.
"How much does Mr.. Randolph owe
you?" she asked.
"Only tw-twenty," babbled Mr.. Near
ton.
"Well, here it is," said Pamela, draw
ing yellowback from her chatelaine
and thrusting It into Mr.. Nearton's
nerveless hand. "1 happen to owe Mr..
Randolph great deal more than that"
Wherewith she turned and made for
the corner and the nearest telephone
booth.
Pamela was short Of breath when
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 up
that safe den Of the wo2ld-be undis-
turbed and connected with a new and
strange drawl.
you've got the wrong number, lady.
This Mr.. Milyuns went home early to
celebrate his silver wedding"
''Will you put me through to Mr..
Borden Milyuns," asked Pamela, in
sugar-sweet voice, cor do you really
want to start looking for another jobT
'tHow do I know you know him
Miss Hurry, did you say? The Office
boy amt here, 80 I can't ask him.
Leave me your number, an I'll have
him call you"
"Know him!" gulped Pamela, in
rage. "Why, Tve k-kissed him."
Kissed Mr.. Milyuns" responded
the voice, taking sudden notice. swell,
dearie, why didn't you say so? I
thought you was one Of them high
brow danes. If it's matter of kissin'
the boss over the wire, why just you 60
to 1t. I won't listen-oh, no"
And a moment later, Pamela, in q
streamline body:
"Oh, Mr.. Milyuns, this is Pamela
and I've found him! Yes; Randy
Mr.. Randolph. D.. No; he got away!
.. Yes. He's going under the name
Of Slim Hervey and he was driving the
Village Cab company's No. 1893, and
he smashed it on the curb just in front
of that horrid Poppy club, and when
he saw me, he ran. . Oh, you will
get hir, won't you1 Please hurry.
And now, if you'll hang up, have a
few words to say to that new tele-
phone girl Of yours. Oh, no! you
needn't tell her; I can feel her sagging
on the wire. Oh, will you? On,
thank you! It isn't as If she didn't
deserve it"