The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1921-02-09

strange to the ear. "A moment ago.
II said, II was afraid for you; now
I'm afraid for myself. am like
man who has carelessly dropped
lighted match and finds himself with
in the ring of a prairie fire. / can
only wonder at my stupidity In think
ing Of you In connection with casual
possession and not as consuming
flame. You see? Already you have
burned through the thin crust of lies
that guards man from definite seizure
by woman-any woman"
Kiss me, Beacher," murmured the
girls voice as though his words had
swirled around and by her, leaving
her purpose untouched. "Take me
ana hold me carefully where no I'M
kind air can drive me from you. Take
all the women in income by one II
you must"
At that moment Mr.. Robert Fl. Ran
dolph. in the person of Slim Hervey,
chauffeur, very nearly wrecked his
fOur-cylinder argosy with its burden
of three fates, still individually and
collectively Indispensable to the con-
tinuity of this yarn. He missed the
ditch by hairs breath, caught his
own with a gasp, returned to the mid
die of the broad highway and fixed
his attention on certain very definite
matter with which 1t had been more
or less constantly concerned ever since
he had been directed to hit 1t up for
Greenwood.
The road to that well-knOwn hostel
ry was usefully devious and fares
were seldom worried as to how any
particular driver set out to find this
choicest of needles in the hay-stack of
the country inns that dot the land
scape of Westchester 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 motorist of no mean expert
ence, been completely absorbed by the
sudden discovery that he had his
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
i'm the vicinity of Manhattan and find
ing 1t again than did the combined
rOadmaps of the United States and
its allies-suppOsing 1t to have had
| oil nj Mr.
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 a 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 II and to ourselves" when
the cab drew up at a solemn and i'm
pressive portal.
Without leaving his seat, the cab
man reached back, unattached the door
and threw it open. Greenwood ceme-
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 stitfening to a
tense awakening and to the stabbng
memory of the last time she had come
to this still place, her heart bursting
with its long farewell to all that was
left of her mother.
Then came Mr.. Beacher Tremont's
voice in Oldtime familiar tones.
Greenwood cemetery. Why. you tri-
nlieate blockhead. said Greenwood
hOstelry. OF all the d-n fools What
the devil What the h-ll- What
the What"
He choked himself into a gulping
inarticulate silence as he climbed
from the cab to look in the face the
sum total of all human stupidity. No
sooner had he alighted than Miss Van
Teller found herself in voice again.
"Oh! OH" she moaned. pressing her
hands to her eyes, achingly open,
take me away from here"
"Sure. MISS" said Mr.. Randolph
promptly, threw In his clutch and was
off.