The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1921-09-15

from super into star or the nrSt
magnitude. He decided that II didn't
much matter who waited the couple
from dinner to the show, but that the
next entr'act would hold the crux of
the nights entertainment, for the cab
that secured the freight for the caba-
ret would stand good chance of nail
ing it after the ball.
Consequently he was content to pick
up a gutter-snipe and then trail his
prey to the theater. "Them Is the
two" he said to his ally, suborned
with the promise Of two bits, cash on
delivery, "the John with the high hat
and the dream-dame In smoke-colored
chiffon"
That's some name for skirt, Cap"
said the extreme youth admiringly,
ian some skirt, believe me. Norl
I won't forget EN-"
And he didn't No sooner had Mr..
Beacher fremont, bearing a thistle
down burden on his arm, swelled out
from the theater with the anxious look
on his face of q man with three cars
In the garage at home and no call
number In his left hand waistcoat
pocket, than the imp was at his side.
"Say, mister, wanter taxif Got one
at the head of the line that I'd give
up just to youse for a dime"
Lead me to it," said Mr.. fremont.
"Say," said the snipe to Randolph
as the car jumped, "Ive took the boss
inside on fer a friend. You watch
yeseif."
1t was a short run to the lair of
the Midnight Rolic, but Mr.. Randolph
was not surprised at the double wage
he received nor at the murmured con-
versation that accompanied 1t. Fill
up your gas tank and wait for roe at
the Seventh avenue northeast corner.
Get me?"
"Sure," grunted Mr.. Randolph.
where to, misterT
Greenwood hostelry," breathed the
villain.
I'm on" said Mr.. Randolph. ran
his car to the comfortably quiet nook
designated, dug out a road map Of
Manhattan and vicinity, scrutinized
1t carelessly and settled down to medi-
tate
To a select and once affluent few
the name Of the G. hosiery above
mentioned will bring certain vivid
recollections and will also place the
chronology Of this yarn, for the
said abode of revelry was too good to
last very long; 1t choked to death on
Its own popularity and consequent pub
licity. From the outside, even In Its
hey-day, 1t presented a most innocu-
Gus appearance, just renovated farm
house standing under a clump Of veil
ing sugar-maples on the top Of hill
whence the nearest neighbor was OUT
Of sight.
But once within its modest portal,
its habitues found themselves In the
cleverest fake atmosphere Of pleas
ius, sensitive to all those cheap adj
juncts which usually CRATE on the soul
lowering at the edge Of the decline
to Avernus, had pandered effectively
to an ignOble end and made of each
small room an Isle of forgetfulness;
price, twenty-five bucks In advance.
supper and drinks extra.
For the benefit OF those who do not
remember the epoch of the Green
wood hostelry and are consequently
reading on and on In mortal dread of
the paragraph that will introduce the
War, let 1t be said at once, Forget It
Stake out the beginning Of the inter
national mix-up, hurl another bound
airy mark into November Of 1918, anu
the time left outside Of those limits
will be found entirely sufficient to the
needs of this chronicle. Let 1t further
be noted that 1t is inconceivable that
single drop Of the kind Of blood
which flowed In the veins of Mr.. Rob-
ert Hervey Randolph could ever an
swer to the name of Stacker, proof
positive In itself that the events herein
set forth happened when the War
didn't.