Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1921-01-24

wake up? Look round you and come
TO earth! You are horn and bred on
Manhattan. yet you've never seen New
York"
81 guess you're right" said Bobby
thoaehtfully. Look here, Madgc: why
should I Try to see New York, and
why should we be talking ash-cans
when I've got you to look at in one of
the most bewitching and abbreviated
bits of dress goods that ever revealed
a completely adorable person? Tell
me that"
well" said Madge, her face hard.
ening, Il win. It's long story, not in
words but in generations. The Van
Telliers have lived in East Ninth
street since the year one Of the island
That is, they used to live here; now
they hardly exist They are merely an
assorted lot Of animated corpses that
crawl ort Of their tomb periodically to
take a strange air, leaning on a rotteD
stave called the Old Order Listen to
this. Bobby: The new New York is a
fever and I've caught it. ! want q
rainy-day car, a calling-car, and r
touring car; want dresses that will
stab with envy the heart Of every
woman that looks at them; I want my
Jewels to run to size and quality, and
I want a yacht just for the papers to
tai; about, because I hate to ride in
the smelly things"
RObby's eyes had grown roundeT
and wider as the list progressed.
do you think you could get along
on a hundred thousand a year" he
asked very softly.
81 don't know" she said slowly,
I've been going into the subject
rather thoroughly, and hundred thou
sand would be running it on n pretty
close margin. Bv the way, just what
is your allowance under" that crazy
will?"
''Ten thousand" said Bobby.
'Wen," said Miss Van T.. there You
are Just enough to keep you COM
fortably il debt. and you want to
marry me on it! 1t wouldn't be quite
so out Of the question if you knew you
were going 70 have it forever, but you
don't. 1t may be cut off"
"Any day." said Bobby promptly.
sit isn't likely, after all these years,
but 1t may"
"Well, there you arew Miss Van T.
repeated herself. I'm not altogether
pig, Bobby. Ten thousand with you
to oh r.
woman think three times, but the
truth is you have been killed by too
little and too much kindness. If you
had never gone on as super for a dis
appearing heiress, YOU might have
amounted TO something by now. In
stead Of making you, that money has
buried you"
you don't know me altogether,
Madge" said Bobby do you think
I've never thought things out? When
need to make money, TIL do it. The
great thing nowadays, it seems to me,
is not to have too much"
mot to have too much" exclaimed
Miss Van T., a puzzled frown on her
! forehead. "Bobby, do you know that
you've said something original? No;
won't put it quite as strong as that,
but will say that you've given birth
to an exotic idea.
'But it doesn't alter tlir~~ as far as
| am concerned" she CO.. nued, al
most without a pause. ~ fact, it
only simplifies matters. You've signed
the warrant want loads OF money ;
you're afraid of having too much. So
we'd better turn our backs on each
other and march,"
Mr.. Randolph looked at her through
narrowed eyes.
Il suppose" he said. "you have
picked out the man with a hundred
thousand a year"
''Not finally" said Miss Van T.,
though they are not so scarce in this
hurly-burly world as your question inn
plies. After all, it isn't the cash I'm
keen on, but what it will bring. If
| necessary, I'll earn my own living"
Earn your own living!" exclaimed
Mr.. Randolph. "Will you please tell
me how you could earn anything?"
'Wen," said Miss Van T., ave had
q couple of offers without even ask
ing. When tried to jew Simon Simon
down on this very fF0cll on the
grounds that I was hard up, he said,
in the incest way, that he would take
me on at sixty week any day during
| the next five wears"
"And the other?' asked Mr.. Ran
dolph
"The other" said Miss Van r., drop
ping her eyes, twas Beacher fremont,
He wasn't quite so nice, but he offered
more. He said he was looking for a
private secretary, who could name her
own price"
During the next five years-at your
own price" repeated Bobby, his mind
daZed but nevertheless going straight
to the kernel Of each proposition
"Madge, Go you know what you're
saying? Do you know the horrible
things you infer?"
She moved one hand impatiently
Bobby" she said, 'don't get the.
atrical. tell you New York is a fever
I've caught it, and Tn not bit sorry
The choice between being d Van Tel.
/ lier cOrDSe and. a faStiSh woman i,