The Bienville Democrat. [volume] (Arcadia, Bienville Parish, La.) 1912-1980, 1921-03-31

Nothing would have happel'eu ~
Miss Thornton had she been sl'tlns
hack in a ladylike manner, but at the
moment of the cabs collision with the
imperturbable curb, she was otherwise
occupied; in short, the glass beng u
hit frosted, she was standing up ahc
trying to peek through the speaking
slot As a consequence, when the door
flew open with the shock, she also few
and volplaned to a landing on hanaS
and knees in the very middle OF the
very wide sidewalk.
With cry Of, "0h, MISS the
driver sprang toward her, but "Nen'
still on hands and knees, she looked up
and gasped, son, Randy-Mr. Kan
dolph!" he turned and fled down the
hill.
Hi. You Slim Hervey" yelled the
starter. Come bach here an sign up
for the junk"
In the meantime, which wasn't
much more than the twinklins of m
eve three perennial near'youths
dashed down the Y%cps Of the Poppy
club to the assistance of the loVel'eS'
trouble that had er sent out an >.
@. s. signal in the face of ready help
TO the falling. individually and co.,
lectively they raised the curly-halred
vision to its feet.
at was Mr.. Randolph" gaspeo the
maiden in evident distress, "and I've
been looking for him for weeks"
"Not Bobby" exclaimed Mr.. Near
ton.
"Not Herv." calculated Mr.. Worries.
"Not Randy! INTERCEPTED Mr.. Berry.
Pamela nodded three times, but her
ewes failed to show wonder Nowadays
everybody she ran into seemed to
know everybody she knew by his f1fs'
name.
Excuse me-" said Mr.. Nearton, In
tent on getting there first with a re-
mark-any remark; "does he owe you
money, too?
The effect was electrical. Miss
Thornton assumed a freezing dignity
She fixed Mr.. Nearton with steady
eyes.
, "How much does Mr.. Randolph owe
your she asked.
"Only tw-twenty," babbled Mr.. Near
+ ton.
"Well, here it is,' said Pamela, draw
Ing a yellowback from her chatelalns
, and thrusting it into Mr.. Nearton's
-, nerveless hand. 81 happen to owe Mr.
!. Randolph great deal more than that
Wherewith she turned and made fo1
= the corner and the nearest telephone
:. booth.
Pamela was short of breath Whel
she reached the telephone, but SIT
managed to get Mr.. Milyuns' residence
on the wire and learned that he wa
detained at the office. She called VI
that safe den Of the would-be undis
turbed and connected with a new ant
strange drawl.
you've got the. wrong number, lady
| This Mr.. Milyuns went home early t
celebrate his silver wedding"
"Will you put me through to MI
Borden Milyuns," asked Pamela, in
sugar-sweet voice, cor do you reall
| want to start looking for another job1
! "How do l know you know him
| Miss Hurry, did you say? The office
| boy amt here, SO l can't ask hin
| Leave me your number, an III hav
| him call YOU"
! j"Know him." gulped Pamela. In
4 rage. "Why, re k-kissed him."
| kissed Mr.. Milyuns" responde
! the voice, taking sudden notice. "Wel
I dearie, why didn't you say so?
I thought you was one of them higl
4 brow danes. If it's matter of kissi
\ the boss over the wire, why just you
to it. I won't listen-oh, MOI"
And a moment later, Pamela, in
streamline body:
"Oh, Mr.. Milyuns, this is Pane
and I've found him! ), Yes; Ran(
MIR. Randolph. -. No; he got ava!
d Yes. He's going under the nan
of Slim Hervey and he was driving Il
=, Village Cab company's No. 1893, al
ID he smashed 1t on the curb just in fro
w. of that horrd Poppy club, and VIII
-. he saw me, he ran. {. Oh, you "
w get him, won't you? Please hurr
~, And now, if you'll hang up, have
w few words to say to that new tel
hr phone girl Of yours. Oh, no! v
~ needn't tell her; l can feel her sagxi
on the wire. Oh, will you? O
~ thank you! 1t isn't as II she did,
- deserve it."
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