Charlevoix county herald., 1921-03-25

| GOOD Idea! Friday 1t ls."
ly he was the central rock In the money
maelstrom known to the stock market
as "Anial. I. S. & c." which had only
lately dared to swell its portentOus
belly in the company of the most de-
veloped and vicious saurians of the
| financial world.
| All the way uptown, Mr.. Randolph's
face was concentrated in the nearest
approach to frown of which it was
capable. He was not, however, weigh
ing the substance of what he had heard
this way and that, for the simple rea-
son that the moment the one word,
"Lewisfader," had reached his ears, he
had seen the great light and grasped
his bunch beyond any thought of look
ing back. That part Of ii was settled;
what worried him now was the amount
Of ways and means in his pocket. BY
thinking very hard, he added up his
capital without bringing 1t forth to the
light of day. The exact sum was six
ty-eight dollars and fifty cents.
| No sooner had he passed the test in
mental arithmetic than he drew up
little beyond the front door of the Rock
ct club. He started to leave his cab,
paused, considered. and then deliber-
ately lowered the flag. As he entered
the lobby of the club, four scandaliZed
fronts leaped TO bar his way. They
asked him a variety of biting ques-
tions: Did he think it was a night
lunchwagOn? Which chambermaid
was he calling on? Was he looking for
Mills hotel?
| Herbert ~ roared Mr.. Randolph.
The functionary named, head door
man for the Rocket club since first IL
started on its appropriately meteoric
career leaped from his dignified seat
on the somnolent side lines and stared
wide eyed at the servile apparitlon
that had dared shout the open sesame
to that inviolate portal.
"Mr. Randolph" he gasped at last,
and the stunned fronts started to stink
away
Hold on, there ~ said Mr. Randolph,
and Invested himself of cap to one,
overcoat to another, gloves to the third,
and asked the fourth for light. Her
bert" he continued, in modulated
tones, "the cab outside is waiting for
Mr.. X. III. J 'ndOlph. 1t may be there
for some time Have an eye kept on
| It."
Eyes, Mr.. Randolph. I'll see to II,
Mr.. Randolph. George, Mr. Randolph's
letters
"Never mind the letters" counter
manded the oft-named one, and pro-
ceeded to thread his way to a certain
small room strategically placed well
within the depths of the edifice and
| far from the maddening tumult Of the
| streets The said apartment at the
moment of his arrival contained five
occupants seated round a circular table
Of convenient height and clothed In
| pale green, kindest of all shades to the
eye Of man. There were no mirrors
on the walls
| Mr.. Randolph's entry was greeted
first with CONSERVATION and then with
shouts.
| BOBBY, you OLD scout
"Herv, by great balls Of sweat"
| Randy, from where the devil"
The speakers arose and pump
handled Mr.. Randolph's arm.
aye gods, man, where you been?
| Strayed in from a fancy dressT
"Never mind the glad rags, fellows"
said Mr.. Randolph. 81 was just feel
ing lonely for the sound of chips. Room
| for another?"
"The surest thing! You don't know
these two chaps, do you? Mr.. Seegar,
passed on to us from Frisco, and Mr..
Bowling True our latest new member.
Gentlemen. this is Mr.. Randy Ran
dolph of New Haven and New York,
In disguise but still the best ever"
"Table stakesT murmured Mr.. Ran
dolph, as he took his place, apparent
~ at random, but at the left of the
two comparative strangers.
"Of course Same old ante Same
old game. You talk as though you'd
been away for a month"
For a moment, but for moment
only, Mr. Randolph was dazed. Was
il possible that the last three weeks
hadn't been a Year, He drew cut his
sixty-eight dollars and fifty cents non
chalantly, as though they were merely
the loose change he had on his per-
son, bought fifty In chips, and laid the
small heap Of what was left of his
cash on the board. The strain on his
nerves during the next half-hour put
that of the five days wait for bunch
on the Street to the blush. There
came a moment when all his chips
were gone. and he was forced to see
with a full house for his small pile