Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1921-01-21
She Longed TO Step Forward and
Raise tn. Yelling Headgear.

Raise tn. Yelling Headgear.
with 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
dolphr he turned and fed down the
hill.
iii You Slim Hervey" yelled the
starter. "Come back here an sign up
for the junkl'
In the meantime. which wasn't
much more than the twlnkllng 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 S.
o. S. signal in the face of ready help
to the falling. Individually and col
lectlvely, they raised the curly-halred
vision to It's feet
at was Mr.. Randolph" gasped the
maiden, in evident distress "and I've
been looking for him for weeks"
mot Bobbyw exclaimed Mr.. Near
ton
mot Uerv" calculated Mr.. Verries.
mot 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 n re-
mark-any remark; docs he owe you
money, tooi"
The effect was electrical. Miss
Thornton assumed n freezing dignity.
She fixed Mr.. Nearton with steady
| eyes.
GLOW much does Mr.. Randolph owe
| your she asked
"Only tw-twenty," babbled Mr.. Near
ton.
"Well, here II Is" said Pamela, draw
ing a yellowback from her chatelaine
and thrusting 1t into Mr.. Neartons
nerveless hand. 81 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.. Mllyuns' residence
on the wire and learned that he was
detained at the office. She called up
that safe den of the wo"'d-be undls-
turbed and connected with a new and
strange drawl.
you've got the wrong number, lady.
This Mr.. Milyuns went home early TO
| 81 t, oil xt.od1tnou
evil you put me through to Mr..
Borden Mllyuns," asked Pamela in a
sugar-sweet voice, cor do you really
want 10 start looking for another Job p
"How do | know you know him
Miss Hurry, did you say? 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, in a
rage. "Why. I've k-kisSed him"
"Klssed Mr.. Nilyunsw responded
the voice taking sudden notice. "Well
dearie, why didn't you say SOP
'hought you was one Of them high
ow danes. II It's a matter of kissin
&c. Loss over the wire, why just you 60
S., IL. won't listen-oh, no"
And moment later, Pamela, in a
streamline body:
"Oh. Mr. MIlyuns, this is Pamela
and I've found him! a, Yes; Randy
Mr., Randolph. =. No; he got away
=. Yes. He's going under the name
Of Slim Hervey and he was driving the
Village Cab company's No. 1898 anC
he smashed II on the curb just in from
of that horrid Poppy club, and wher
he saw me, he ran. Oh, you vii
get him, won't you? Please hurry
And now, II you'll hang up, have {
few words to say to that new tele
phone girl of yours. Oh, no! yo
, needn't tell her; can feel her saggin
on the wire. Oh, will you? o
, thank you'll 1t isn't as IL she didn
dacarya IL