The Meridian times. (Meridian, Idaho) 1909-1938, 1921-04-29
walk in conjunction with the home
ward-bound stream Of dress-nodsla

ward-bound stream Of dress-modela
As a consequence. she was necessar.
ly content with opening the car door
for herself and stepping In. The starter
politely begged her to pass to the taxi
at the head of the rank and lust as
politely she informed him that her feet
were wet enough as it was In the
meantime. even her light weight OH
| the running-boaFd bs5 startled the
driver into wakefulness and, without
going through any motions. he had
| heard the uuforgettabIe tones of her
voice
The starter shrugged his shoulders,
barked out an address In FIfty-ninth
street and kindly offered TO turn her
over for him" The driver laid trem-
bling hands on the wheel and cautious
ly drew himself up to a sitting posi-
ton without disturbing the shielding
angle Of his cap. Far from his trou-
| bIed mind We're thoughts Of snow, the
| slush and skiddlng. He threw In his
clutch, started her with jerk, round
ed the cab in front successfully, skid
ded nightly thereafter, Strengthened
| her out. skidded again, and crashed,
with great splintering OF spoles
| brOadside front on the curb directly
before the delighted windows Of the
Poppy club.
Nothing would have happened to
Miss Thornton had she been sitting
back in a ladylike manner, but at the
moment of the cabs collision with the
imperturbable curb, she was otherwise
occupied; in short. the glass being
bit frosted, she was standing up and
! trying to peek through the speaking
| slot. As consequence, when the door
| flew open with the shock, she also few
and vOlplaned to a landing on hands
and knees in the very middle Of the
very wide sidewalk.
With a cry of, 'Oh, missw the
driver sprang toward her, but when,
still on hands and knees, she locked up
and gasped, "Oh, Randy-Mr. Ran
dOlph!'' he turned and fed down the
| hill.
Hi! You Slim Herveyg" yelled the
starter. Come back here an sign up
for the junk"
In the meantime, which wasn't
| much more than the twinkling of an
eye. three perennial near-youths
dashed down the steps of the Poppy
club TO the assistance of the IovelIest
trouble that had ever sent out an S.
o. s. signal In the face of ready help
to the falling. individually and col
lectiyely, they raised the curly-haired
vision to its feet.
ut was Mr. Randolph" gasped the
| maiden. In evident distress, land I've
been looking for him for weeks"
mot Bobby" exclaimed Mr.. Near
ton.
mot Herv!" calculated Mr. verries.
Not Randy" interjected Mr.. Berry
Pamela nodded three times, but her
eyes failed TO show wonder Nowadays
everybody she ran into seemed to
know everybody she knew by his first
name.
Excuse me-" said Mr.. Nearton, in
tent on getting there first with re-
mark-any remark; docs he owe you
money, too?"
The effect was electrical. Miss
Thornton assumed q freezing dignity.
She fixed Mr.. Nearton with steady
eyes.
How much does Mr. Randolph owe
your" she asked.
"Only tw-twenty." babbled Mp. Near
ton.
well, here 1T Is" said Pamela. draw
ing a yellOwback from her chatelalne
and thruSting it into Mr.. Neartoa's
nerveless hand. 81 happen to owe Mr..
Randolph great deal more than that"
Wherewith she turned and nude for
the corner and the nearest telephone
booth.
Pamela was short of breath when
she reached the telephone, but she
managed to get Mr.. Milyuns' residence
on the wire and learned that he was
detained at the Office. She called I'D
that safe den OF the would-be undis-
turbed and connected with a new and
strange drawl.
you've got the wrong number. lady.
This Mr.. Milyuus went home early to
celebrate his silver wedding"
''Will you put me through to Mr..
Borden Milyuns," asked Pamela, in a
sugar-sweet voice, 'or do you really
want to start looking for another jcbF"
How do I know you know him
Miss Hurry. did you sayf The office
boy amt here, so l can't ask him.
Leave me your number, an I'll have
him call you"
Know him!" gulped Pamela, ia a
rage. why, I've k-kissed him!''
Kissed Mr.. Milyunsl" responded
the voice, taking sudden notice. well,
dearie, why didn't you say so?
thought you was one of them high
brow danes. If it's a matter Of klssIn'
the boss over the wire, why JUST you 90
to 1t. won't lIsten-oh, not"