The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1921-04-08

on a side table and then advanced
with a tentatively outstretched hand.
ooh, how do you dor" asked Pa
mela, rising and offering her hand.
"Wo--won't you sit DOWN.
"Thank you; WILL"
He took the other end Of the couch,
crossed his legs in an effort to appear
thoroughly at home, and gazed almost
furtively at the apparition before him.
Ye gods and heaps of daffodils! What
a vision of loneliness. Of charm.
grace. breeding carriage and nur-
tured beauty, What bubbling well
Of mirth; what source Of the light
Of youth that never fails; what an
armful of divine delight!
"Er-I-er-told Mr.. Milyuns I'd
CALL" said Mr.. Randolph.
"YesY eagerly countered Miss
"Er-I-said I'd be here at four"
supplemented Mr.. Randolph.
eyes; he told me-" murmured Miss
Thornton. not quite SO ardently.
"Er-it's just four now" stated Mr..
Randolph.
$50 1t Is" agreed Miss Thornton
quite coolly, glancing at the clock and
registering surprise-tone quite calm
and dignified.
A long silence intervenes. The lady
could easily break 1t, but won't. She
has gathered somewhere that silence
is often club. Mr.. Randolph evil
IDENTIFY shares the intuition; he must
say something and does.
'Tve been very busy since saw
you last"
How interesting"
Eyes; it has benin spots. I've
er-been studying the under side Of
the upper world through hole in the
fronttglass of taxi. 1t has given me
great idea"
"Really?'
eyes; I'm going to start the Man
haitian Chaperoned Cab company"
"The what?'' asked Miss Thornton,
forced to show interest in the prepos-
ferrous project in spite Of the fact that
her eyes were growing more and more
wounded and the corners of her trem-
ulous mouth were dropping farther
and farther south.
"Cbaperoned Cab company" repeat
ed Mr.. Randolph, his broad broWs
puckerlpg in Serious thought over his
wide blue eyes. "It doesn't sound like
much Of an idea until you follow 1t
out. Would you like to have me ex-
plain it to your"
"Oh, ce-certainly."
swell, it all hangs on an invention
of my own--an attachment to the or
binary taximeter Of miniature map
of New York and vicinity and sort
Of seismic-needle affair. You set the
needle on the point in the map CORE
spending to where the cab starts from
in-er-real life. Wherever the cab
goes, the needle shows the route In red
ink on the map, with time signal OF
how lOiig it stopped at any given
house, park, store-er-et cetera.
Do you begin to get the idea 2
"N-no,' said Miss Thomson.
"Just think a minute. Tired old
couple of conventional ideas and &C
tually beyond the age of dancing are
in horror Of sitting up all night watch
ipg daughter have good time. Send
her In one of my cabs; the ink-route
will show just how straight she went
to the party, how long she stayed,
and how she came back. forgot to
mention the photograph attachment In
every vehicle. Take another case :
Man married to a pretty and very
young wife. Can't you hear him say,
Yes, my d-d-dear; you can go any
where if you'll take Chaperoned
Cal? p"
mo, I can't" said Miss Thornton
decisively, and stared meaningly at
the clock, as though she were worry
inge over her next engagement.
Mr.. Randolph flushed, rose hastily,
and possessed himself Of hat, stick and
gloves.
II mustn't keep you." he said, "rve
got an appointment IN about five min
utes myself"
She rose. an absent-minded look in
her eyes, and accompanied him to the
door Of the room. He opened it and
took his hand from the knob to shake
good-by. Her hand reached out to-
ward his listlessly, as though 1t had
become infected with the selfsame
droop that Shad assaulted the corners
Of her lips.
"May I-er--call againT
"No" cried Pamela. snatched back
her hand. threw both arms up against
the doorjamb, dropped her curly head
upon them, and burst into tears.
Mr.. Randolph's platinum-headed
cane fell with a clatter; his gloves
fiuttered to the floor, and his new top
hat, emitting clucking, mirthful
sound, hurtled across the room. In
less time than 1t has taken to de-
scribe these simultaneous events, he