The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1921-02-25
PART II-CoNTINUED.

To a select and once affluent few
the name of the G. hostelry above
mentioned will bring certain vivid
rrtolections and will also place the
chronology of this yarn, for the
said abode of revelry was too good to
last very long; it choked to death on
its own popularity and consequent pub
iicity. From the outside, even in its
hey-day, it presented most innocu-
GUS appearance, just renovated farm
house standing under a clump of veil
ing sugar-maples on the top of hill
whence the nearest neighbor was out
of sight.
But once within its modest portal.
its habitues found themselves in the
cleverest fake atmosphere of pleas
ure-loving decade. An organizing gen.
ius, sensitive to all those cheap adj
iuncts which usually crate on the soul
lowering al the edge Of the decline
to Avernus, had pandered effectively
to an ignoble end and made of each
small room an isle Of forgetfulness;
supper and drinks extra.
For the benefit of those who do not
remember the epoch Of the Green
wood hostelry and are consequently
reading on and on in mortal dread of
the paragraph that will introduce the
War. let it be said at once, Forget it.
Stake out the beginning of the inter-
national mix-up, hurl another bound
AIRY mark into November Of 1918, and
the time left outside of those limits
will be found entirely sufficient to the
needs of this chronicle. Let it further
single drop of the kind of blood
which flowed in the veins Of Mr.. Rob-
ert Hervey Randolph could ever an
swer to the name of Stacker, proof
positive in itself that the events herein
set forth happened when the War
didn't.
Mr.. Slim Hervey, chauffeur, was
still plunged in reverie when his senses
were assailed by Whit of lilac,
mere nuance Of perfume, that pro-
claimed the approach Of Miss Madge
Van Teller. He jumped out just in
time to, throw open the door of his
cab for the couple and take the muir
INJURED order of Mr. Beacher fremont
"All right. Hit it up for Greenwood"
Luckily for the claimants entertain
ment, his engine was working in 81
lent perfection that night. The late
hf,r h i'm nl,,nn tad ifYhf
Of way so that driving became an
automatic adjustment of his course in
line with the curb and released his
attention to gorge itself at leisure
with eaves-dropping. By squirming
his shoulders he managed to cock one
collar; 1t was the ear next to the open
speaking-slot.
"What a dream of a night" said
the clear voice of Miss Van Teller.
"Shall be traitor to my sex and
betray one of its secrets to y0u?"
"Please do" murmured Mr.. Ire
mont. From the very tone of his voice
one could divine that he had slipped
an arm around her and was holding
her close.
well, it's this" she continued.
women are not conquered by man
alone, but by man and atmosphere.
We never rush at the precipice; we
fiutter toward it with many stops and
pauses. The silliest breezes of inn
pulse may carry us on or puff of
unkind aid hold us back. 1t all really
depends on the man imposing his at
mosphere so steadily that the drifting
soul of woman rforgets its Unborn title
to vagrancy and sleepily assumes. its
enemy's goal"
"Madge," said Mr.. fremont almost
earnestly, you frighten me. never
knew you could talk like that. You