The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1921-03-03

Grass 10 Lifting Your Cab, Sir"
your cab, sir, and he thought he
ought to report anything like that"
"Tell him to undo the check and let
it feed itself down again." growled MI.
Randolph.
The day passed; night fell. Now
one and then another Of the six de-
voices Of a science which even in the
youth Of this nation had forestalled all
the wonders of the. submarine, the
flight OF man, and wireless telegraphy
withdrew just long enough to connect
with the Daily Night bank round the
corner or some other convenient base
Of supplies and returned to set new
money to catch old. But Mr.. Ran
dolph had no occasion to do this. His
heap Of chips and cash Of the realm
rested on too solid a base Of it's own.
There may be recorded an amusing
diversion from the serious business in
hand. It was ushered in BY the crest
fallen Herbert, who confessed that &C.
tual physical exhaustion had driven
him to forty winks, during which time
a professional p%urloiner of motor-car
accessories had stopped, s%pellbound by
the gigantic sum registered on Mr..
Randolph's taximeter, had promptly
stolen the preposterous clock, and vas
now on the club steps offering to set
tie with whoever was the interested
gent on a ifty-ffty basis.
Great was the CONSERVATION Of the
e%nterprising Spectator in theft when he
was confronted by two persons in one
namely, Mr.. R. n. Randolph, lessee
Of Car No. 1898, and Mr.. r. II. Ran
dolph, alias Slim Hervey, the irate
driver Of said cab. His glib tongue,
loaded to the gills with arguments as
to how much the fare would save
through the sudden exit Of the clock
from the ken Of man, tripped hopeless
" on this vision of wrath in the shape
of a driver in whose interests the tick
er had been faithfully Shaving.
It took Mr.. Randolph just thirty-two
| precious minutes to force the crest
| fallen one to replace and readjust the
busy bee Of meter readings. When he
returned to the fray upstairs, he no.
ticed a strange phenomenon of poker
age, unmistakable age, had settled on
the faces of the five youths. He put
his fingers to his own countenance; he
could feel the added years.
The game ended, as do all titanic
battles, in absolute silence. Mr.. Ran
dolph sorted, stacked, tabulated his
winnings, and stuffed them into all the
pockets on his person. He then noted
the hour-eleven o'clock Of a bright
Thursday morning-and, proceeding to
the nearest telephone booth, called up
Mr.. William Verries of Verries & Cat,
stock brokers.
THAT you, William? This is Bob
Randolph. William, I've got sixteen
thousand dollars in my jeans at the
moment of speaking. What's the low
est margin you'll give me to sell. Anal.
I. s. & G. short for delivery at tomor-
rows closingT
"Sell Anal. I. s. & G.. short!" gasped
Mr.. Verries. why, you're crazy
Buy, and I'll talk to you."
II don't want to buy" said Mr.. Ran
dolph patiently. you're right, in a
way, about my being crazy. You see,
since you saw me the other day, I've
come into some easy long stuff, and it's
just running my experiment in the
philosophy Of a m~oneyless life. I want
to lose my wad just like 1 told you,
and If you don't promise to start sell
ing for me inside of the next five min
utes, I'll let friendship slide and call
up some real brokers'"
well, If you put it in that way, you
escaped loon, I'll assist your sap-head-
cd philosophy to your exact cash limit.
When will you pony up?"
I'm twenty minutes by the clock"
said Mr.. Randolph cheerfully, and rang
of.
The historic pounding drive on