Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1921-01-07


credit"
With that last sentence. his mind
had stumbled and wandered Off to
memories OF his nepSew Brewster.
Looking back from the vantage OF
twenty-sx years. Randolph caught,
for the first time, the full import OF
Asa Thornton's farewell words to him
and TO life: "De with the credit"
They held the kernel Of the old mans
carefully measured amend.
"Great old top" 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 a human sea, banked up to
give passage to a honking empty taxi
cab. Here was another question for a
suddenly inquiring mind. Where did
taxi-cabs, empty ones, go to in such a
hurry? The door Of this one was
swinging open, and the proof of how
| intent the crowd was on its myriad
Individual goals is evidenced by the
I fact that dozen voices did not in
/ form the driver that the season was
off for fans on wheels.
The cab was moving more slowly
than Mr.. Randolph's subconscious
mind, which led him to step into II and
quietly close the inviting door. Upon
seating himself he tried to analyze
the impulse that had lifted him from
the curb. He decided that it was not
so much the curiosity as to the desti-
nation of empty cabs as a natural and
ancient dislike for being pushed and
elbowed by people
II was not long before the cab. I'M
Willingly loaded for bear, drew up
with final hOnk at the stage-door of
the Crocodile, Immediately came a
rasping voice that was vaguely ia.
mlliar to Mr.. Randolph.
"Well," 1t said, "you sure took your
own time getting here" The driver
expert in aggravating repartee with
out words. pressed the bulb Of his
atrocious horn three times. "Cut Il
out" said the rasping voice. "Thert
isn't any hurry now"
1t was incredible, reasoned Mr.. Ran
dolph with himself, that anyone should
forget that voice once heard, and HI
was right He remembered 1t. 1t wa
the voice of Mr.. Duke Beamer, whom
he had had the distinct pleasure o
blackballing for one club In college
and three in town. Mr. Beamer, to hi
honest mind, was the best living ex
ample of animated slime In tailor
made clothes.
Mr.. II. was not alone; Mr.. Randolph
could just see his companion throug
the slant of the half-raised window
: glass, and even that distorted glimps
was very close to vision. The gin
; was young, beautiful, and troubled
Her cheeks were thin and pale, he
: parted lips aquiver; her chin wa
atremble. OF course she was yer
: cheaply but neatly clothed.
make up your mind,' said the rasI
ing voice. "Ride with me'or walk tn
streets by yourself, and don't forge
l that there's no job behind you. You'v
. said good-by to that door for good"
The girls wan face went throug
that cOntortion which says. 81 won
cry" and doesn't, thereby achieving
pity beyond the need of tears. Tn
quivering of her lips. the trembling G
I, her chin grew more pronounced-onl
to steady down as she swept up strict
en- and imploring eyes to the face G
the unseen man.
"Oh, Duke" she begged, promise
> promise you'll be always good to me
!; "Of course, little one" said the rasl
u ing voice, promptly and much relieve,
u promising lightly to pay on deman,
in full for soul delivered In advanc
y you'll never regret II, believe me-"
:, The girl tore her doubling eye
. from his face and stepped toward II
- cab. Mr.. Randolph made himself e.
ceeding small in the corner neare
the curb. An unseen agent opened Il
= door; the girl slipped In and turned
seat herself; her escort made to follo'
:, Then did Mr.. Randolph suddenly lea
:, forward and proceed to push in Il
% face of Mr.. Beamer with his op'
g hand and the full weight OF his shot
- der. That astonished scion OF a on
~ gentlemanly house reeled backwal
~ and sat down on the pavement Ike
70 PUNK.
~ MY, what a bumpw spoke ke'
q young voice over Mr.. Randolph