The Lehi sun. [volume] (Lehi, Utah) 1913-1949, 1921-03-17
PART I---contInued.


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On that day she had been Miss limo
gene Pamela Thornton, petted darling
Of the gods and Mr.. Brewster Thorn
ton. banker and wldower; two months
later had come Thornton's financial
smash and, Immediately afterward, his
spiritual, moral and bodily collapse.
Everything that had made for life I'm
him having been swept away, he died
ms n matter Of course, and was buried.
For sole inheritance, little Genie
Thornton found herself possessor and
possessed of one Maggie ORourke, a
nurse Of long standing, OF earnest and
faithful face, and monster heart i'm
prisoned In pltlfully thin chest.
II had taken Genie's greatuncle,
Asa Thornton. six more months 10 for
yet quarrel OF sixteen years stand.
ing with his nephew. and by that time
child and nurse had been seeped Into
that lower world which can't afford
morning and afternoon editions and IL
too busy praying for daily bread TO
look for a rain OF mama In the daily
press
In short, Maggie and her charge
traced down the ladder OF reputable,
dlsreputable and impossible lodgings,
had slipped ultimately from sight and
the hon OF people with addresses, and.
Ms A'result. Mr.. Robert Hervey Ran
dolph, whose relationship TO Mr.. Asa
Thornton is OF no import whatever TO
this tale OF cause and effect, came into
ten thousand n year and n string-the
string being the possible temperance
OF Miss Imogene Pamela.
-Bob." had said old Asa, ON the
verge Of tardy demise, 'I'm not In
Producing youto a war between con.
science and seif-interest. There's no
silly story-b0ok test about my money;
you are under no obligation to look
Tor Imogene or to shout II you step on
her by any twist OF chance. My law
yers have Oh the instructions neces-
sary along, those lines; they are 10
make every reasonable effort. and n
they succeed. why, you're man enough
10 look out for yourself It--it isn't
going to make devil OF a lot OF diner.
ence TO me where the cash goes SO
long as die with--die with the
credit"
With that last sentence. his mind
had stumbled and wandered OF to
memories OF his nephew Brewster.
Looking back from the vantage Of
twenty-six years, Randolph caught.
for the first time. the full import OF
Asa ThOrnton's farewell words to him
and to life: "Die with the credit"
They held the kernel OF the old mans
carefully measured amend.
Great old topw murmured Mr..
Randolph aloud, and half unconscious
ly turned TO the left at Forty-second
street. Five minutes later he was
caught In the maelstrom OF the
Thanksgiving crowd milling around
Times square.
Presently he found himself on the
edge OF human sea, banked up 20
give passage TO honklng empty taxi
cab, Here was another question for a
suddenly lnqulring mind Where did
taxi-cabs, empty ones, go TO in such a
hurryl The door OF this one was
swinging open, and the proof OF how
intent the crowd was on its myriad
Individual goals ~ evidenced by the
sact That a dozen voices did not In.
form the driver that the season ives
on for fans ON wheels.
The cab was moving more slowly
than Mr.. Randolphs subconscious
mind, which led him to step into II and
quietly close the inviting door. Upon
seating himself. he tried to anaIyze
che impulse that had lifted him from
The curb. He decided that It was not
10 much the curiosity as to the destl-
nation of empty cabs as a natural and
ancient dislike for being pushed and
elbowed by people.
Il was not long before the cab. I'M
Willingly loaded for bear. drew up
with a final honk at the stage-door OF
me Crocodile Immediately came a
mapping voice that was vaguely IA |
nillar to Mr.. Randolph.
~well." II said, 'you sure took your
Dwn time getting here" The driver.
expert In aggravating repartee with
Dnt words. pressed the bulb OF his
atrOcious horn three times. "Cut It
sutw said the rasplng voice. srhere
sn't any hurry now"
4 was Incredible. reasoned Mr.. Ran
NIB 9Th hlmself. that anyone should