Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1921-01-14

different How gratefully the girl
took IT,, possible fare and something
err" and how her tears brimmed
when ten minutes later the blue-eyed
chauffeur, wage-earner like herself,
said: Nothing doing. Sister. The
ride is on me-" and promptly whlrled
away
While all these incidents were en-
goging, each In its own way, and
showed reasonable profit to all con-
cerned, 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 chauffeurlng point
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-
llminary 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
gentleman explaining to Miss Van T..
that cylinder had gone wrong on
his own car al 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
flame was In her cheeks and In her
eyes; her lips were half-parted and
thirsty, her bosom agitated. She was
divinely dressed.
They were very silent on their way
to dinner at the Knickerbocker. but
they eXuded an aura of tense expect
ancy that made nothing of the glass
barrier between them and the car pl-
lot, who soon felt himself lifted and
carried on its wave. Something was
cooking beyond a doubt and he then
and there determined to stick a fist
through the crust Of the pie just be-
fore the smell OF burning.
There is nothing more stereotyped
than night run before the fever
hounds of New York. 1t Is invariably
a four-act play that starts with sim
gle cocktail and a tasty dinner, goes
on to show peppered with double
meanings, thickens at the cabaret In
the close harmony of booze and dance
music and finally bursts somewhere
In the country"
The first act was easy for Randolph;
he went on with the villain and the
leading lady, but once the revolving
door of the hotel had clucked on their
backs he had to withdraw to the wings
and dope out means of evolving
from a super into star Of the first
magnitude. He decided that 1t didn't
much matter who waited the couple
from dinner to the show, but that the
next EXTRACT would hold the crux of
the nights entertainment, for the cab
that secured the freight for the caba-
ret would stand good chance of nail
ing II after the ball.
Consequently he was content to pick
up gutter-snipe and then trail his
prey to the theater "Them Is the
two" he said to his ally, suborned
with the promise of two bits, cash on
delivery, "the John with the high hat
and the dream-dame in smoke-colored
chiffon"
That's some name for skirt, Cap"
said the extreme youth admlringly,
IAN some skirt. believe me. Nor |!
won't forget 'em."
And he didn't. No sooner had Mr.
Beacher fremont bearing a thistle
down burden on his arm, swelled out
from the theater with the anxious look
on his face of man with three cars
In the garage at home and no call
number in his left hand waistcoat
pocket. than the imp was at his side.
Say, mister, wanter taxi? Got one
at the head of the line that I'd give
up just to youse for dime"
Lead me to IT," said Mr.. fremont.
Say" said the snipe to Randolph
as the car jumped, 1--WE took the boss
inside on fer friend. You watch
yeself."
II was a short run TO the lair of
the Midnight Rolic, but Mr.. Randolph
was not surprised at the double wage
he received nor at the murmured con-
verSation that accompanied IT, "Fill
up your gas tank and wait for me at
the Seventh avenue northeast corner.
Get me?"
Sure" grunted Mr. Randolph.
where to, mlster?"
Greenwood hostelry," breathed the
villain.
I'm on" said Mr.. Randolph, ran
his car TO the comfortably quiet nook
designated, dug out a road map of
Manhattan and vicinity, scrutinized
It carelessly and settled down to medi-
tate.