The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1921-02-24

day for fifty thousand dollars, but the
sole Judge and object of his efforts
still sat swinging n putteed leg in
midair, as though tanning aside the
valuable streams of golden words, and
continued putting at cigarette af-
ter another, each lighted from the
butt Of its predecessor.
TITS no use, Mr.. Milyuns,'' said Rob-
ert, at last. 1.-THE truth Is, and you
know it, that a meeting between my
self and Pam-Miss Thornton, at the
present time and under the exception
al conditions, could only bring about
complications beyond the capability Of
any one Of us to handle. Her pro-
posal that she divide her income with
me is so absurd that l am amazed at
your imper-at your hardihood in
ever mentioning It," ~
Mr.. Milyuns wiped his brow for the
first time in many years.
II don't mind you calling me 1mper-
tinent,' Robert" he said meekly.
"Call me anything you please. Only"
and his voice rose gradually to q
surprising volume-"don't forget that
I promised one Of the dearest, most
unspoiled, lovable, and wholly ador-
able young persons that it's yer been
my privilege to assure Of the impos-
sble that I would bring you to her,
and, by the holy mackerel, I will-f
I have to hold you by one ear with
my teeth."/
Mr.. Randolph took his latest ciga-
rette from his mouth during this strict
~ illegal %peroration, and allowed his
lips to spread into a broad smile.
"Mr. Milyuns," he said, II always
did like you; now I've got a deeper
feeling. They call it love. I admit
to the human end of you that the
only thing that keeps me from rush
ing straight away to call on the lady
you have so accurately described is the
fact that I haven't money and she
has"
"But what about the job I offered
you?" interjected MI. Milyuns. %
II was coming to that" said Mr..
Randolph. I'm not keen on charity
from you any more than from Miss
Thornton, but-more than that-I
wouldn't bury myself in your stuffy
old s~kyscraper at any cash price
known to man. In the first place, you
belong to the most u%noriginal of all pro-
fessions, and, in the second, you make
money too slowly"
SNAKE money too slowly =" gasped
Mr.: Milyuns, forgetting Bobby and
Pamela and their affairs for the first
time in three weeks, and remember
ing, for a change, and with a twinge
of his hardened conscience, the size
Of his last retainer. "Ha"
But Mr.. Randolph allowed him no
time for indulgence in vocal mirth.
"That's what / said" he continued,
unmoved. ITO meet Miss Thornton
face to face and unashamed, I feel
that I must have a capital Of at least
a hundred thousand"
He sank his head in thought for a
moment. When he raised it again,
the widely placed blue eyes were
there. So was the. saddle of faint
freckles across his nose; so was the
guarantee of honesty across his open
face. but sUperimposed over all was
new look of sudden resolution.
you will please tell Miss Thorn
he resumed, that I shall do my
self the honor of calling on her one
week from the day after tomorrow at
four in the afternoon. There is a
condition, however, and it is that I be
left. alone without any mental reser-
by her and you and your agents
the intervening time"
Zone hundred thousand in nine
murmured Mr.. Milyuns skepti-
His great brain hung poised in
thought for some time, but finally he
his acceptance Of Roberts
terms of c%apitulation and promptly left
the room. VI
Mr.. O'Shaughnessy presently re-
and found his favorite driver
sunk in strenuous reverie.
well, Mr.-er-Robert, are you
yoin' back to the folks?"
Mr.. Randolph raised his head and
Call me Slim please, Tourke-
Slim Hervey,' for awhile yet. I've de-
to accept your offer Of another
wagon for a week or two-that is, II
vou realize you'll be doing me just q
plain, monumental favor"
"Sure, kidd" said Mr.. O'Shaugh-
Messy, flushing, as does all his kind on
he verge Of gratitude. 'That's all
Thanks a lot! said Mr.. Randolph.
And do YOU mind If I take the Wall
Dtreet bsat ~ q v1lof / 10ss
money"
"Why, sim, what's - ~ 70
know that's the rotteneyt- mort-run
stand In town. Now, ef It's money
you want" Mr.. O'Shaughnessy
reached slowly down into his capacious
pocket, his eyes, meanwhile,
studying Mi. Randolph's physiognomy
with a shrewd CLINT that had fore
many a clever attempt at Z
touch in years gone by.
K ArWD - - r.