The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1921-03-25

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"Tour<e," Said Mr.. Randolph, "l'm
Through"
draw to. First shot out o. the box,
all the boys here is for you. Then
there's your frien's, the Force. want
to tell you, Slim, you're the first driver
ever had that could flatten out a cop
on busy day an make him think 1t
was sj0ke."
Thanks" said Mr.. Randolph. but
shook his head sadly.
Nov, listen,' resumed Mr..
O'Shaughnessy I'm goin' to have
the boys up here as they come in an
put 'em on. In the enteract, you slip
out for a makeup. Get Sally Painter
round the corner to tone your face
down to the color of your freckles. do
a little job on yer eyebrows, an Ak
a deep scar in the upper. lip Of yer
speakin' tube. Get met"
Mr. Randolph's widely placed blue
eyes narrowed in an effort to examine
the proposition shrewdly from all
angles, and the light Of hope was just
beginning to dawn across the trouble
in his honest face when there came
q sharp knock on the door, followed
promptly by the rattle of the loose
knob and the unceremonious entry
Of one birdlike, bald-headed, dapper
corporation lawyer and two corpulent
gum-shOe plain-clothes men.
"Yere! Wot the" exclaimed the
outraged Mr.. O'Shaughnessy.
The legal light paid him no heed and
advanced ON the fast-wilting Slim Her
vey with outstretched hand.
"Robert!" he cried beamingly. my
dear boy, I'm glad to see you'll"
DON'T take the glad hand, SLIM"
warned Mr.. O'Shaughnessy. 1.-THE lit
tie runt may be tryin' to serve papers
on yer. Now, gents, show yer war
rant er I'll call the boys an you take
the consequences"
II guess it's all right, Tourke," said
Slim weakly. 'They aren't going to
pull me, exactly"
II don't care whether they think
they're goin' to pinch you er not" re-
marked Mr.. O'Shaughnessy, fixing
malignant eyes ON the two heavy
fianking forces of the small lawyer.
Il never did like the smell of fat"
Suddenly he reared: "Hey! Boys!"
The two bulls, strayed into inhos-
pitable pastures, turned, stepped cat
footed to the door, and took the fight
of steps In three. They cannot be
blamed, for they had recognized in Mr..
O'Shaughnessy the man who had once
been arrested for pushing over with
one hand Ford that had crowded
him.
Nov, Robert" said the legal per-
sonage, apparently quite oblivious Of
the desertion of his supports, II just
want to talk with you. May / sit
DOWN.
Certainly, Mr.. Milyuns." said Rob-
ert alphabetically.
Excuse me-" murmured Mr..
O'Shaughnessy. did /. or didn't /
get the name correcti"
Il beg your pardon. Tourke," said
Robert mr.. Borden Milyuns; Mr..
Tourke O'Shaughnessy." He pro-
nounced 1t "O'Shockenssy," to the de-
light of the owners ears. long unac-
custonied to the correct intonation Of
the exotic patronymic.
Il did hear correct" said Mr..
O'Shaughnessy, as he rose and tip
toed from the room. II leave you
gents to your family AFFAIRS" he add
ed from the door, his eyes drinking
a last view of the brain king he had
dared to call runt.
During the next half-hour, Mr.. Mill
yuns delivered himself Of an assorted
lot Of special pleading that he could
have sold on the market almost any
day for fifty thousand dollars, but the
sole judge and object of his efforts
still sat swinging one putteed leg In
midair, as though tanning aside the
valuable streams Of golden words, and
continued putting at one cigarette af-
ter another, each lighted from the
butt of its predecessor.
Its no use. Mr.. Milyuns," said Rob-
ert. at last. 1.-THE truth is. and you
know 1t, that meeting between my
self and Pam-Miss Thornton, at the
present time and under the exception
al conditions. could only bring about
complications beyond the capability Of
any one Of US to handle. Her pro-
posal that she divide her income with
me is so absurd that am amazed at
your imper-at your hardihood in
even mentioning it."
Mr.. Milyuns wired his brow for the
first time in many years.
81 don't mind you calling me .imper-
tinent.' Robert" he said meelSly.
"Call me anything you please. Only"
and his voice rose gradually to a
surprising volume--"don't forget that