News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1921-02-09

Hervey heard the whispered address
that the game became a threesome.
Counting upon the abstraction, or
rather, the concentration of his fares
on interior fittings, Driver Hervey
soon switched his cab from the char
tered route and made for downtown
through silent back streets. In just
ten minutes he drew up at an old
fashioned house in very quiet
square. shut off his engine to the idle
and waited Not for long Out of
the cab came a blasphemOus exclama-
ton in medical tones and with it
cry of awakening from George.
Through one window she looked upon
the home of her childhood; through
the other upon that happy rallied gar
den-square, which was the outrageous
garner-close of all her dearest, purest
and dreamiest memories.
"Oh !" she gasped. "No, you mustn't
scold him. This is just where l want
to get out and walk. It's-it's extraor
binary" Then from the curb. 81 may
be going to die of consumption, doc
tor but, after all, I'd rather-rather
die that way"
Twist things around little and
you'll get what happened to Miss Ter
ry de Guest with the difference that
that beautiful and hungry young wom-
an who had all but turned her back
on Settlement work and her face to
the Great White Way, suddenly awoke
not in the moonlit embrace of Clair
monte, but before the accusing face
of House in Henry street.
Nor was MI Slim Hervey partial
to sex in salvation. There was the
instance of young Bertram Blossome
who shame-facedly hurried into his
cab painted, wan-faced waif of the
street with self-accusing eyes. No
case this of hunted and hunter-rath-
err two strayed bits of weak humanity
driven before the unleashed dogs of
poverty and lust. How readily and
unquestionngly the boy slipped from
the cab at his home address, mracu-
lousy confused almost as by the med
ding finger of God with one very
different How gratefully the girl
took the possible fare and something
over" and how her tears brimmed
when ten minutes later the blue-eyed
chauffeur. a wageearner like herself,
said: "Nothing doing, Sister. The
ride is on me-" and promptly whirled
away! -..
While all these incidents were en-
gaging, each in its own way and
showed a reasonable profit to oil con-
c'rned, Mr. Randolph looked upon
them more Or less as a means of get
ting in his hand during a period of
initiation. Once he felt sure of him
self and of his new chauffeurng pOiht
of View and attitude toward the gay
world from the under side, he began
to haunt the neighborhood of East
Ninth street at the hour when dinners
are plenty and taxis scarce.
Twice he saw Miss Madge Van
Teller carried off in Somebody's pri-
vate car, but he was not discouraged,
for he recognized in the very fact of
that public privacy the badge of pre-
liminary outings. In due course his |
night and hour came. He was hailed |
by the arriving Mr.. Beacher fremont |
and ordered to stand by; twenty min
utes later he was listening to that |
explaining to Miss Van L. |
that a cylinder had gone wrong on
his own car at the last moment.
Miss Madge Van Teller upon whom
Mr.. Randolph had not laid eyes since
the very definite parting of their ways
on the rock of ready cash, was more
beautiful tonight than at any other
time since the evening of her coming
out party. The reason was one and
the same. Tonight, as upon that 9th
er, she stood within threshold and
peered out on Life with big L. A
lame was in her cheeks and in her
eyes; her lips were half-parted and
thirsty. her bosom agitated. She was
iivinely dressed.
They were very silent on their way
TO dinner at the Knickerbocker. but
hey exuded an aura of tense expect
lncy that made nothing of the glass
barrier between them and the car pi-