The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1921-03-25

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-"ah, yes; poor d~espairing thing But
Pamela Thornton! Oh. who are
your why did ycu?" She dropped
her face in her hands and sObbed as
though her heart had broken.
Randolph did not leap to comfort
her this time; he did not even watch
her. With his eyes on the edges If
fire that peeped from between and
round her ankles. he began to talk.
Il knew you I knew Sport; I knew
Maggie. Just once I me- you all, and
I've never forgotten. ! couldn't" He
smiled crookedly. You and ! sat down
SO hard together and you cried out.
My, what a humpr and laughed and
laughed-,ast like tonight, back there
at the stage-dOcr Of the Crocodile"
Pamela stopped CRYING.
$50 YOU were that awfully nice
boy" she said. disclosing tear-stained
cheeks and looking him over as though
she were i~nventorying a long list Of
points Of deterioration.
Robert Hervey Randolph. six feet
tall. freckied-nosed. open-faced. blue
eyed and hr0ad-shouldered. looked mp
M her almost appeaiingiy as II his
whole sum and substance we're crying
out 10 be appraised at face value but
no less.
That's me-" ne said vapidly. my
! name is Robert Hervey Randolph.
Some people call me Bob some
| 'Fpry.' and the Sidcy ones say
Randy"
And shall call you Mr.. Ran
dolph,'" said Miss Thornton bravely.
and then broke into: "After-after
I've th-thanked you again and-and
again from my heart. I'm going now"
That's a wrong guess" said Robert.
smiling happily-he didn't know exact
ly why. I'm the one that's going, aft
or YOU promise me that yOuii stay
here until ten o'clock tomorrow. Bur
before We come to that. please don't
thank me ever. It's selfish, hut I'd
simply love 10 have You remember me
rs Bob or Herv or. at he very worst,
Randy. Won't you"'
She looked this way and that before
she let her face ripple IA it's wnndrous
smile.
"lll go as far as Randy" she cor-
coded misclIievouSly: then the smile
went and the shadow came. But |
really can't stay here. you know
Mr.. Randolph leaped TO his feet.
reached her in n single stride and
caught her by both wrists. Look at
me-" he said. IF you won't promise
10 stay here without Il break ill ten
o'clock tomorrow and thereafter at
your pleasure. I'll stay myself and
old you. Now. do o or don't you:
One-twO-"
"I do"
"Do WHAT" inquired Robert.
Il promise"
Make yourself absolutely At hene.
then" he said, as he dropped sher
hands and turned toward the door.
81 feel like Christmas eve" said
Miss Thornton meekiy. Won't Won
please tell me what's going to hap
pen:"
"You'v. guessed it-Christmas," he
answered tnigmaticaily. tossed the
latch-kev on the table. and left her.
She can he excused for spying upon
him from the curtained window. She
saw him awake The cahman. and then
watched the pantOmime Of a long col
loquy.
oh" she moaned. mo wonder,
The awful. awful price of those hOrrid
nJn.i, chimes Nth, ala 7 lot hin, toll ~
to watt
Presently she was amazed Ia see
both the driver and Mr.. Randolph dis
appear into the dark receSses of the
cab and close after them its door. FOr
twenty GREATNESS minutes she
watched. tormented by the thought
that they had retired 70 have ii out
where they wouldn't he disturbed by
the police. But at last they issued
both of them. Mr.. Randolph proceed |
ed TO frank the car and then, walking
rather strangely. went off. headed
west, the driver mounted his box.
threw in the clutch, and scurried TO
The east az though he were off to
g the morning.
Strange doings!" thought Miss ImO- ,
gene Pamela Thornton, as she turned
from the window to start on q private
ly conducted voyage of discovery.
Strange doings, indeed. and stranger |
still could ImOgpne Pamela have heard
as well as seen. This is what really
happened: Mr.. Randolph awOke the
cabman gently but thoroughly; then
he said:
Look here: l want to buy your |
wagon"
"GOwan. boss: wOt dyer take me
for? Here been freeZin' mos to Diet
fer two mortal hours an q gent like
You starts right in kickin' on the clock
widOut even readin' it,.
"Shucks. :" said Mr.. Randolph.
whats biting you? Never mind the
meter-reading; here's twenty for You
to forget that. Now tell me: Who
owns your buzz-wagOn? YOu?"