The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1921-01-20
""Ten dollars worth Of the park" -

what he said.
The driver welcomed the sudden
apparition with a friendly grin,
honked deiantly three times, and
threw in the clutch. They were OF,
and trailing after them came such q
string of blasphemous utterances as
made Mr.. Randolph vince.
The girl was laughing. No longer
did her eyes search for a CLEAN they
thought they had lost forever. It vas
there within them, come back to roll
lick in her pupils and spill itself in
reckless spending
"oh! Obi What a bump" she
gasped.
Funny, wasn't it?" said Mr.. Ran
dolph weakly. -
"Awfully," said the girl.
Thereupon fell a long silence. The
cab cut across the traffic, reached the
Avenue, and eventually the dark park
before Mr.. Randolph found anything
further to say.
Funny, wasn't it?' he remarked.
The girl cast him a startled look.
"Why," she gurgled, that's what
you said before
$50 I did," said Mr." Randolph,
frowning .thoughtfully. $50 I did. BY
the way, what's your Manner"
The girl caught her breath and
swallowed her laughter.
"vivienne WHERE" she said, after
q pause.
"How awfulr commented Mr.. Ran
dolph. Zone Of those deliberate al
alterations that 60 with the back row
Of the chorus"
Front row." Vivienne defended
promptly, but unsmiling. Her lips
twitched down at the corners. AT
least, It was front row."
II know" said Mr.. Randolph.
you've been fired. I heard what
Beamer said to you. How long have
you known that snaker"
"Not very long" she answered. HE
got me on, and I suppose he got me
off," She drew a long breath and
turned appealing eyes to Randolph.
"Please," she said, don't let's talk
about him. I want 50 to be happy for
a few minutes. 1 love the park at
night with its border Of lights. Let's
play a game"
IA gamer" said Randolph doubt
fully.
Eyes. Well gless which is Central
Park West and which is One Hundred
and Tenth street and which is the ave-
nue.. 1t is not as easy as you think
after you've been going round a while.
I'm feeling d-dizzy %a-already."
"You are |" exclaimed Mr.. Randolph.
"Well, let me tell you it isn't from
buzzing round a two-mile circuit.
What did you have for dinner?"
Miss V~ivienne shut her lips tight.
wont you please play my gamer
she asked family. r
MI. Randolph frowned as though
considering the subject very SERIOUSLY,
but the matter that held his attention
was not the proposed guessing-match.
That would not have been fair nor
amusing, as the headlights Of his own
very comfortable apartment blinked
at him every time they came to Fifty
ninth street. He was justifying to
himself a very questionable move. He
wished to feed this stray damsel and,
at the same time, talk to her with a
purpose. He could not see himself
doing it in a cabaret, and every hotel
supper room had already become n
Of those things. He came to. a decision
and spoke.
"TTl take a hand in your game, all
right, but not just as you think. Do
you-would you trust mel"
Immediately the girl was on her
guard. She looked into his face and
read it.
II would never have thought Of not
trusting you If you hadn't asked that
old, old trap question:" she said
gravely.
"Forget that I asked it," said Mr..
Randolph promptly, and leaned out to
give the driver his address. A thin
Tipped and weary scorn was still on
that individuals face when he drew
up before MI. Randolph's abode and
honked three times derisively to the
world in general as see from the
front Of q taxi.
:. wait" said Mr.. Randolph to the
iehu, as he handed out the girl. She
paused with n foot halfway to the
curb, but that single word directing
anything as expensive as a taxi to
stand by treasured her.
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