The Yale expositor., 1921-08-25
PART l-Contlnued.

On that day she had been Miss Imo-
gene Pamela Thornton, petted darling
OF the gods and Mr.. Brewster Thorn
ton. banker and widower; two months
later had come Thornton's financial
smash and, Immediately afterward, his
spiritual, moral and bodily collapse.
Everything that had made for life In
him having been swept away. he died
as a matter Of course, and was buried
For sole Inheritance, little Genie
Thornton found herself possessor and
possessed Of one Maggie O'Rourke, a
nurse of long standing. Of earnest and
faithful face and a monster heart i'm
prisoned in a pitifully thin chest.
1t had taken Genie's great-uncle,
Asa Thornton, six more months to for
get quarrel Of sixteen years stand
ing with his nephew. and by that time
child and nurse had been seeped into
that lower world which can't afford
morning and afternoon editions and is
too busy praying for daily bread to
look for n rain of mamma in the daily
press,
In short, Maggie and her charge,
traced down the ladder Of reputable,
disreputable and impossible lodgings,
had slipped ultimately from sight and
the ken Of people with addresses, and,
as q result, Mr.. Robert Hervey Ran
dolph. whose relationship to Mr.. Asa
Thornton is Of no import whatever to
this tale of cause and effect. came into
ten thousand year and string-the
string being the possible temperance
OF Miss TmOgene Pamela.
Bob" had said Old Asa, on the
verge OF tardy demise, I'm not in
Producing you to war between con-
science and self-interest. There's no
silly story-book test about my money
you are under no obligation to look
for Imogene or to shout If you step on
her by any twist Of chance. My law
yers have all the instructions neces-
sary along those lines; they are TO
make every reasonable effort, and If
they succeed, why, you're man enough
to look out for yourself. lit isn't
going to make a devil of lot Of differ
ence to me where the cash goes SO
long as l die with--die with the
credit"
With that last sentence, his mind
had stumbled and wandered off to
memories Of his nephew Brewster
Looking back from the vantage OF
,wenty-six years, Randolph caught
for the first time, the full import OF
Asa Thornton's farewell words to him
and to life: "Die with the credit
They held the kernel Of the old mans
carefully measured amend.
"Great old top" murmured Mr.
Randolph aloud, and half unconscious
~ turned to the left at Forty-second
street. Five minutes later he was
caught in the maelstrom Of the
Thanksgiving crowd milling around
Times square.
Presently he found himself on the
edge Of a human sea, banked up tC
give passage to a honking empty taxi
cab. Here was another question for 9
suddenly inquiring mind. Where die
taxi-cabs, empty ones, go to in such 8
hurry? The door OF this one wa:
swinging open, and the proof Of how
intent the crowd was on its myriad
individual goals is evidenced by the
fact that a dozen voices did not I'm
form the driver that the season was
of for fans on wheels.
The cab was moving more slowly
than Mr.. Randolph's subconsciou'
mind, which led him TO step into II and
quietly close the inviting door. Upor
seating himself, he tried TO analyzC
the impulse that had lifted him from
the curb. He decided that II was no
so much the curiosity as TO the desti
nation Of empty cabs as a natural ant
ancient dislike for being pushed anC
elbowed by people.
II was not long before the cab, un
Willingly loaded for bear, drew vi
with a final honk at the stage-door O.
the Crocodile. Immediately came
rasping voice that was vaguely IA
mIlIar to Mr.. Randolph.
"well," II said, you sure took you
own. time getting here" The driver
expert in aggravating repartee with
out words, pressed the bulb OF h.
atrociOus horn three times. "Cut !
aut I" said the rasping voice. "Ther'
isn't any hurry now"
II was incredible, reasoned Mr. Ran
doiph with himself, that anyone should