The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1921-01-22

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With that last santeAoo, his mind
haa stnzbled and wandered eT 10
asnne3sss Of his nephew BREWSTER.
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y psrRed V tbs hft ut psrty seeOad
stpsel Five nsn9sea hter he wAs
@exnt In the sapsasersm Of tAa
TsanssSivins crowd psEslAs srsuad
Times square
Presently he fsuHd hlneeh on the
eAss II humsa sea. banked up ~
give passage to u honkinE empty taxi.
cab. Mere WAS another question Ger
suddenly inquiring mind Where did
taxi-eabs, empty ones, 20 70 in such
hurry The door Of this one was
swinging open, and the proof OF how
intent the crowd was on its myriad
individual goals is evidenced by the
fact that u dozen voices did not In
form the driver that the season was
on for fans on wheels.
The cab was moving more slowly
than Mr.. Randolph's subcOnsciOus
mind. which led him to step int Il and
quietly close The inviting door. Upon
seating himself. he tried to analyze
the inpulse that had lifted him frem
the curb. he decided that II was not
~ much the curiosity a. 10 the desu.
aatisR Of empty cabs a. = natural ana
ancient dislike Cor being pushed ana
slbSvsa By pesrse
II was net lsng before the eah an
wittirsiy loaded fer bear, drew an
with anal henk ut The stage door Of
ths Crocodile. immediately eauas .
raspiag voice that was vaguely "a.
niliar 70 Mr.. Randolph,
We'll" 1t said. "yod sure took your
swn time getting here" The driver,
expert In aggravating repartee with
out words. pressed the bulb Of his
atroeious horn three times. "Cut II
QUIT" said the rnsplng voice. There
/ Isn't any hurry now"
II was incredible. reasoned Mr.. Ran.
dolph with himself, that anyone should
forget that voice once heard, and he
was right, He remembered It. II was
the. voice of Mr.. Duke Benmer. whom
he had had the distinct pleasure OF
hlackballing for one club In college
and three In town. Mr.. Beamer. TO his
honest mind, was the best living ex.
ample OF animated slime in tailor
made clothes.
Mr.. j. was not alone; Mr.. Randolph
could just see his companion through
the slant OF the half-raised window
glass. and even that distorted glimpse
was very close to vision The girl
was young, beautiful, and troubled
Her cheeks were thin and pale. her
parted lips aquiyer: her chin was
atrcmbIe. or course she was very
cheaply but neatly clothed.
make up your mind" said the rasp-
ing voice. ''Rlde with me or walk the
streets by yourself, and don't forget
that there's no job behind you. You've
said sood-by to that door for good"
The girls wan face went through
that c0ntortion which says 81 won't
cry" and doesn't, thereby achieving
pity beyond the need OF tears. The
Qulyerlng OF her lips, the trembling OF
her chin grew more pronOunced-only
10 steady down as she swept up strick-
en- and implorlng eyes to the face OF
the unseen man.
"Oh, Duke" she begged, promise
promise you'll be always good TO me-"
"Of course, little one" said the rasp-
ing voice, promptly and much relieved,
promising lightly to pay on demand.
In fun for soul delivered In advance.
You'll never regret II, believe me-"
The girl tore her doubling eyes
from his face and stepped toward the
cab, Mr.. Randolph made himself ex-
eeedins small In the corner nearest
the euro. An unseen agent opened the
door; the girl slipped In and turned to
seat herself; her escort made TO follow.
Then did Mr.. Randolph suddenly lean
forward and proceed TO push in the
face Of Mr.. BeAmer with his open
hand and the full weight OF his Shout
der. That astonished scion of once
gentlsmanly house reeled backward
and sat down on the pavement kerr
PUNK.
MY, what a bumpw spoke keen
young Voice over lfr. RandolDh's