News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1921-03-02


tailed word for word the following con
yersation which he had participated in
that very morning with Miss Madge
Van Teller of East Ninth street:
"Oh, Mr.. Milyuns, are you doing all
that advertising for Bobby Rando. phT
yes, Madge; | certainly am, and If
1t doesn't bear fruit pretty soon I'll
have to give up tobacco"
"Are You advertising for his own
good? | mean is 1t important to him
not to y0u-for you to find him?
Would he be really and truly glad to
be found even against his will?'
"Er-yes-er-it is-er-heLwould-
er--if he isn't sixteen kinds of fool.
| think ! caught them ALL my dear,
but il | left any out, please repeat
Yes" admitted the lady question
mark; your legal mind answered them
ALL Now tell me just your human self
If you were In Bobby's place, would
you want to be found by you for the
purpose that you want to find him
fOr?"
Mr.. Milyuns did not pretend for one
second that he did not understand the
preposterousy worded query.
you bet l would" he answered
promptly and emphatically. "Now tell
me what you've got up your sleeve.
Please, Madge; that's a dear girl If
you only knew how I'm worried seven
times day"
I'm trying to tell you" broke In
Miss Van Teller, "but you talk so
much | can't get in anywhere Last
night a taxi brought me home from
er-from a drive and the cabman was
Bobby, looking simply stunning in one
of those awfully high-cOllared, khaki,
waist-effect wooly coats, chauffeur's
cap, tan puttees, boots, and all"
Yes yes" interrupted Mr.. Milyuns;
Il know now just how he looked. What
was the license-number of the car, and
to which company did it belong?"
A long pause
"Why, didn't notice."
"Thanks awfully my dear"
Sound of hanging up the receiver.
so there you are" said Mr.. Milyuns
to the very much excited Pamela.
"We've got this far and, by fuke en-
t1rely unconnected with the twenty-five
sleuths | have been pensioning in adj
vance of their lifelong service, Robert
is driving one of the siXty-three thou
sand taXicabs that infest the streets
of New York"
Poor dear!" said Pamela, tears ris-
ing to her adorable eyes. Then she dis
missed Mr.. Milyuns, who would gladly
have fingered II have to go out now
I'm so sorry, but thank you very, very
much"
Cant | drop you wherever you're
going?" asked the very human mind of
the leading legal authority on corpora
ton hedge-rows and byways.
"Oh, no." said Pamela, translucent
as love itself; 81 shall go in taxis."
How many vulgar vehicles for hire
were blessed by the transient presence
Of Miss Thornton during the next seven
hours IS matter of gross mathematics
and consequently beneath the ken of
ttli illtNlilSCHNc tlltil Gall CHAT dlUIS
about nice things like Pamela and Rob
e?t Randolph for pure pleasure and
subsequently sell the remarks for cold
cash. Five minutes to spot a lively
cab, five minutes to ticket the driver
and pile him on the discard, two more
TO find her purse, three more to look
innocent; then start all over again.
Divide seven times sixty minutes by
all that. and you've got her number.
Let us leave the statistical fiend and
pass on to seven o'clock of the near
Christmas evening when Miss Thorn
ton was mOmentarily out of a cab
and stroling down the slope of the
hump in West Fifty-seventh street. A
mushy snowman had just begun to
fall giving anyone with the price a
splendid excuse for taking cab any
where for anywhere Before the portal
of the Great Northern Lights squatted
four taXis in a line. In the drivers
seat of the rearmOSt Of these, and con-
sequently the last on the rank, a lank
human being was buried in an enOr-
nous turned-up collar rooted by
chauffeur's cap set at an angle Of
Slumber.
ITo po Hontinund