The Little River news., 1921-03-02
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 With chat last sentence, his mind had stumbled and wandered off to memories of his nephew Brewster Looking back from the vantage oi twenty-stx years, Randolph caught for the first time, the full import of Asa Thorntou's farewell words to him and b ltfn: 'Dle with the credit Thy had the kernel of the old mans cazsfu2ly measured amend.
 -0ls1t old topr' murmured MT. nGm1olrh aloud, and halt unc6nscious- y tuUnod to tho left at Forty-second stTeet E7vs minutes hter he was cAuEh4 fn the maelstr0m 0 the T1ansgfvms crowd milling ground Tlndes sQunre
 l. Presently he found himself on the edR of human sea, banked up to gtve paasaye to a honking empty taxi- cab. Hsse uas another question for a sudtaenly inqutrfng mind. Where did taxicAbs, empty ones go to7in such a bury? 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 fast that a dozen voices did not in- form the driver that the season was off for fans on wheels.
 The cab was moving more slowly than MT. Randolph's subconscious mind, which led him to.step into 1t 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 1t was not so much the curiosity as to the .desti- nation of empty cabs as natural and ancient dislike for being pushed and elbowed by people.
 It was not long before the cab, un- willingly loaded for bear, drew up with final honk at the stage-door of the Crocodile. Immediately came a rasping voice that was vaguely fa- miliar to Mir. Randolph.
 ''Weil." 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 1t out!" said the rasping voice. "There isn't any hurry now."
 It was incredible, reasoned MT. Ran dolph with himself, that anyone should forget that voice once heard, and he was right. He remembered 1t. It was the voics of MT. Duke Beamer, whom he had had the distinct pleasure of blackballing for one club in college and three in town. MT. Beamer, to his honest mind, was the best living ex- ample of animated slime in tailor made clothes.
 MT. B. was not alone; MT. Randolph could just see his companion through the slant of the half-raised window glass, and even that distorted glimpse was very close to vision. The girl was young, beautiful, and troubled Her cheeks were thin and pale, her parted lips aquiver; her chin was atremble. Of course she was very cheaply but neatly clothed.
 Make up your mind," said the rasp- ing voice. Ride with me or walk the streets by yourself, and don't forget that there's no job behind you. You've ; said good-by to that door for good"
 The girls wan face went through that contortion which says, TT won't cry" and doesn't, thereby achieving a pity beyond the need of tears The uY,iv<by.ipO of hor 1i,c tho tro,,,hIiro ,F her chin grew more pronounced-o to steady down as she swept up strick- en and implorihg eyes to the face of
 "Oh, Duke" she begged, promise promise you'll be always good to me"
 "Of course, little one," said the rasp- ing voice, promptly and much relieved, promising lightly to pay on demand, in full for soul delivered in advance You'll never regret it, believe me-"
 The girl tore her doubting eyes from his face and stepped toward the cab. Mr. Randolph made himself ex- ceeding small in the corner nearest the curb. An unseen agent opened the door; the girl slipped in and turned to seat herself; her escort made to follow. Then did Mfr. Randolph suddenly lean forward and proceed to push in the face of Mr. Beamer with his open hand and the full weight of his shoul- der. That astonished scion of once gentlemanly house reeled backward and sat down on the pavement ker- plunk.
 "My. what bump!" spoke keen young voice over Mr. Randolph's |, NZIZII|lZlZ