Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1921-07-23
PART Continued.

More than that,' went on Ran
dolph: I'm not taking your job just
for tonight; I'm going to hold 1t. The
only thing ! want you to promise is
that your keep your tran closed If
you see any ads In the personal col
nmns looking for me-"
"How do | know you won't lift the
car and whoop II up fer New Hayeng'
Randolph fixed him In the eye.
you know | won't, because / say
It."
"Sure--that's all right, boss" said
the driver conciliatlngly. mo bones
broke. Now, there's just one thing
more: have you iggered that It's five
hours to the opening of secondhand
Sixth avenue or the Bowery, an I'd
have to wear those clothes of yourn
all that timer"
whats the matter with these
.lothes?" asked Randolph, a little
peeved. "Weli. you've heard my offer.
Take 1t or leave It."
"Sure I'll take I'll" said the driver
promptly. IF | wasn't a-goin' to have
took 1t from the first, what would l a.
been standin' here talkln' for?"
Whereupon they entered to the
cramped privacy Of the cab and ex-
changed garments. Randolph was
ready in ten minutes, but 1t took him
another ten to complete the apparel
ing of the puzzled chauffeur. That
worthy added to his lnvestiture in
~Randolph's best evening suit a sickly
grin,
"Say," he asked, chow do | look"
Mr.. Randolph surveyed him.
ooh, you'll do, all right. You look
about the way | would If I'd been on Il
bat. Better have a few drinks, II you
can find them, and the world will fall
FOR your clothes. What time do | turn
the wagon in, and what time 10 | go
on again? 20 you bunk at the garage,
by any chance?"
"Never you mind where | bunk"
said the eX-cabman suspiciously.
"D'you think I'm goin' to throw in a
happy home for two hundred? You're
on the night shift for this week. Read
the rules and regulations when you
get to the garage, Say good-by to the
boys for me an tell the manager to so
to blazes."
They followed this remark out of
the cab; the tough in fop's clothing
cranked the car and turned westward,
as previously chronicled, while Mr..
Randolph, now substitute to Patrick
0'Reiiiy as driver Of the Village Cab
company's No. 1893, hurled his thar
lot eastward, not to meet the morning,
as 1t had appeared to the watching
Miss Thornton, but In search Of the
residence of the head of the legal firm
charged with the duty Of carrying out
the instructions of the defunct Mr..
Asa Thornton.
Mr.. Randolph, vice 0'Reilly. drew
up at the familiar address in Madison
venue and laid his ear cheek by iowl
with the curb as though a%nchorlng 1t
for a long stay; then he descended
from the drivers seat, entered the
cab. exclaimed thanksgiving at finding
a rug, wrapped himself in It's warm
folds, curled up on the seat and went
to sleep.
In the cold early morning the strong
arm of the Law reached in and dragged
him back from the Elysian fields
where he had been wandering hand N
hand with a lovely person dressed in
a little velvet toque and very cheap
clothes.
"Here. your said the voice Of the
Law. Don't you know you can't put
up a hotel in this burg without a Ii
cense? Wot the
Morning, Officer said Randolph,
trying his best TO be pleasant. 'Im
waiting for my fare. Any regulation
against thatT'
Don't pull that stuff on me-" said
the Law. ''This amt the Tenderloin.'
II know 1t isn't" remarked Mr.. Ran
doiph. But ] happen to be waiting
for Mr. Borden Milyuns, of Milyuns,
Branch 4 Milyuns. Ever heard of
himT'
"Sure," said the cop. impressed but
still suspicious. HE lives here all
right. but I amt seen him turning