The Lehi sun. [volume] (Lehi, Utah) 1913-1949, 1921-05-12
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ns content with opening the car door
Tor herself and stepping In. The starter
poilteiy begged her to pass 10 the taxi
at the head Of the rank ana ivs, a.
politely she Informed him that her fee,
were wet enough NJ II was In the
meantime, even her light weight ON
the running-board had startled thu
uriVer INTO wakefulness and, without
going through any motions. he had
heard the unforgettable tones OF he,
voice
Inc starter shrugged his shoulders.
oarKed out an address In Fifty-ninth
street and kindly offered TO turn her
over for him." The driver laid trem.
Dllhg hands on the wheel and cautious
" drew himself up to sitting posi-
ioIi without disturbing the shielding
ungle OF his cap. Far from his trou-
oled mind were thoughts Of snow, the
sluSh and skiddlng. lie threw In his
clutch, started her with a Jerk, round
Ell the cab in front successfully, skid.
ded nightly thereafter Strengthened
her out, skldded again, and crashed.
win great spllnterlng OF spokeS
OrOadslde front on the curb directly
before the delighted windows Of the
Poppy club.
Nothing would have happened TO
Miss Thornton had she been sitting
back In ladyllke manner, but at the
moment of the cabs collision with the
imperturbable curb, she was otherwise
occupied; In short, the glass being n
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 cry OF, "Oh, miss I" the
driver sprang toward her. but when,
still on hands and knees. she looked up
and gasped, "Oh. Randy-Mr Ran
dOlphl" he turned and fled down the
hill.
"HlI You Slim Herveyl" yelled the
starter. Come back here an sign up
for the junki"
In the meantime, which wasn't
much more than the twlnkling 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 8.
o. S. signal in the face OF ready help
to the falling. Individually and col
lectlvely. they raised the curly-halred
vision TO Its feet.
ut was Mr.. Randolph" gasped the
maiden. in evident distress, "and I've
been looking for him for weeks"
mot Bobbyi" exclaimed MIR. Near
ton.
mot Hervl" calculated Mr.. Verries.
mot Rnndyi" 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, too3"
Thornton assumed a freezing dignity.
She fixed Mr.. NenrtOn with stendy
eyes.
"HOw much does Mr.. Randolph owe
your" she asked
"only tw-twenty," bnbbled Mr.. Near
ton.
"Well, here II Is," said Pamela, draw
Ing a yelowback from her chatelaln9
and thrustlng II Into Mr.. Nearton's
nerveless hand. 81 happen 70 owe Mr..
Randolph great deal more than that"
WherewIth she turned and nude for
the corner and the nearest telephone
booth.
Pamela was short OF breath when
she reached the telephone. hut she
managed TO get Mr.. Mllyuns' residence
on the wire and learned that he was
detained at the Office. She called up
that safe den OF the wOuld-he unds-
turbed and connected with a new and
strange drawl.
you've got the wrong number, lady.
This Mr.. Mllyuns went home early to
celebrate his silver wedding"
"Will you put me through TO Mr..
Borden Milyuns," asked Pamela, IN a
sugnr-sweet voice. "or do you really
want to start looking for another jcbr'
"How do know you know him
Miss Hurry. did you sayi The Office
boy amt here, so can't ask him.
Leave me your number, an I'll have
him call You"
"Know him !" gulped Pamela, Ia a
rage. why. I've k-klssed hlmw
"Klssed Mr. Mllyuns" 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 a matter Of klssin'
the boss over the wire, why just you go
TO Il. won't llsten-Oh, nor
And n moment later, Pamela, IN a
streamllne body:
"Oh, Mr.. Milyuns. this is Pamela
and I've found himl -, Yes; Randy
MIR. Randolph. >. No; he got away ?
Yes He's going uncer the name
OF Slim Heryey and he was driving the
Village Cab company's No 1898, and
he smashed II on the curb just In front