The Bienville Democrat. [volume] (Arcadia, Bienville Parish, La.) 1912-1980, 1921-03-17

Of three fa,es, still individually anu
collectively indispensable to the con-
tinuity of this yarn. He missed tne
ditch by a hairs breath, caught hls
own with a gasp, returned to the ma.
die of the broad Highway and fixed
his attention on a certain very delhile
matter with which 1t had been more
or less constantly concerned ever since
he had been directed to hit 1t up 1of
Greenwood.
The road to that well-knOwn hostel
~ was usefully devious and fares
were seldom worried as to how any
particular driver set out to find TINS
choicest of needles in the hay-stack or
the country inns that dot the land
scape Of Wvstchester and adjacent
counties as long as he brought the
search to a successful end somewhere
this side of the pangs Of hunger.
Nevertheless, had not Mr. fremont,
himself a motorist of no mean expert
ence, been completely absorbed by the
sudden discovery that he had MS
right arm around an entirely new
world, he would have been struck in
evitably by two things. First, that
this was certainly not any one of the
climbing roads to the Greenwood hos
telry; second, that the man at the
wheel knew more about losing his way
in the vicinity of Manhattan and ind
ing it again than did the combined
roadmaps Of the United States ana
its allies,-supposing it to have had
allies at the time. However, Mr.. Ire
mont's absorption was not only abso-
lutte but continuous so that it held
him in it's memorable grip right up to
the moment of CHASTITY awakening and
even over the edge. He was just say
ing, "My darling, never fear. I'm
taking you to place so quiet and SO
guarded that this dream which you
have dressed in an unexpected glory
can flow on unbroken as long as we
are true to it and to ourselves" when
the cab drew up at solemn and i'm
pressive portal.
Without leaving his seat, the cab
man reached back, unlatched the door
and threw it open. Greenwood Gene
terry, sir" he barked.
The girl was first to grasp the
words, the time and the place. "Oh!
she gasped, and in the sound Of her
cry Mr.. Randolph could divine her
whole body suddenly stiffening to a
tense awakening and to the stabbhg
memory Of the last time she had come
to this still place, her heart bursting
with it's long farewell to all that was
left of her mother.
Then came Mr.. Beacher TremontS
voice in Oldtime familiar tones
Greenwood cemetery! Why, you tri'
plicate blockhead. l said Greenwood
hostelry. OF all the Oh fools What
the devil What the h-ll- Wha'
tie What"
He choked himself into a gulpina
inarticulate silence as he climbed
from the cab to look in the face the
sum total of all human stupidity. Nc
sooner had he alighted than Miss Var
Teller found herself in voice again
ooh. oh!' she moaned, pressing hel
hands to her eyes, achingly open
"take me away from here"
"Sure, MISS" said Mr.. Randolph
promptly, threw in his clutch and wss
off. a
Hi, you! On you! Hey! You
Driver! Confound your ID imper
Thence! Hey! How am going tt
get homer The first of these cries
was very plainly, the last very faintl!
heard by Mr.. Randolph. After then
came down the wind something thai
sounded very much like the ghost o
a wall of despair, but the driver pai(
no heed. His attention was absorbed
by something quite different; the dr.!
sobs Of a little heap of smoke-colOre(
chiffon.
Detours, subterfuges and the finess'
Of the road-faker were swept from
Randolph's mind; he made straigh
for the bridge and home but long be
fore they reached the river all soun(
had ceased to issue from the cab ant
in its stead reigned a purposeful, al
most menacing silence. What wa
she thinking in there2 What coult
she think? Why didn't she 90 RICH
on crying and keep her mind full,
occupied with that?
AS they swept down the incline
from the bridge into City Hall parl
he suddenly realized that he had bee
on the verge Of giving himself away
He half turned his head and shOute'
through the speaking-slot, "What ad
dress. niSS?"