News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1921-03-16

| age, unmistakable age, had settled OF
the faces of the five youths. He pu
his fingers to his own countenance NJ
could feel the added years.
The game ended, as do all titanic
| battles, in absolute silence Mr. Ran
| dolph sorted, stacked, tabulated his
winnings, and stuffed them into all the
the hOur-eleven O'Clock OF bright
Thursday morning-and, proceeding to
the nearest telephone booth, called up
Mr.. William Verries of Verries X Cat.
stock brokers'.
"That you, william? This is Bob
Randolph. William, I've got sixteen
thousand dollars in my jeans at the
moment of speaking. What's the low
est margin you'll give me to sell Anal.
|. S. & G. short for delivery at tomor-
rows closing?"
"Sel Anal. l. S. & C. short" gasped
Mr.. Verries why, you're crazy !
Buy, and I'll talk to you"
Il don't want to buy" said Mr.. Ran
dolph patiently. you're right. in
way, about my being crazy. You see,
since you saw me the other day, I've
come into some easy long stuff, and it's
just running my experiment in the
philosophy of moneyless life. want
to lose my wad just like | told you,
and If you don't promise to start sell
ing for me inside OF the next five min
utes I'll let friendship slide and call
up some real brokers"
"Well, if you put it in that way, you
escaped LOOM I'll assist your sap-head-
ed philosophy to your exact cash limit
When will you pony up?"
. "In twenty minutes by the clock"
said Mr.. Randolph cheerfully, and rang
off.
The historic pounding drive on
Anal. I. S. & G. that startedwith the
opening of the market on the follow
ing day was of such Homeric proper
lions that the advance sale made by
Messrs. Verries & Cat on behalf Of
Mr.. r. H. Randolph during the Thurs
day afternoon next preceding was a
mere drop in the bucket of oblivion to
the public at large-a mere flea-bite
lost in the shuffling of epidermises to
the monster saurians involved in the
combat; but to Mr.. Randolph, it was
matter of transcendent importance.
With a feeling of great relief over
an order that he had placed with his
tailor nine days previously for COM
plete new afternoon and evening out
fits, the successful hunchbuster col
lected one hundred and thirty-two
thirty-eight and no hun
dredths dollars and proceeded to turn
In his wagon to the Village Cab COM
pany, together with the highest clock
reading ever known in the history OF
He then chartered one Of
the vehicles for hire of that concern
and directed it to carry him to his
new clothes.
At ten minutes to four, he emerged
from his tailor's, CARRIED in the very
Attest thing in slim-line morning coats,
/ top hat, pearly-striped trousers,
,pats, a notified, platihum-handled,
stick, and gardenia in his
Ignoring the wise and
look on the face of
he cab driver, who was none other
han our old friend of saturnine Wis
lge, Patrick O'Reilly by name, fallen
N evil times, and re-engaged that very |
lay on Mr.. Randolph's recommended
ion, he gave a certain address in |
street.
Let US now break one of the cardi- |
la rules of narrative for cash by |
switching the objective point |
# view. Behold Miss Imogene Pa |
nela Thornton dressed in ravish-
ng, modestly modern tea-gown effect
hat would have, cost her great-great-
ducking in the pond off !
Sleecker street if she had dared to
year it in her day at fancy-dress
ALL pacing up and down Mr.. Ran
olph's recent sitting room and count
ng off nine on her fingers for the
undred and eighty-sixth time.
And then, at last, the bell Tom
nson, his jaw set grimly, advanced
pom the door. For an agonizing