Connecticut western news., 1921-02-17
. Sure, miss" said MT. Randolph
 promptly, threw in his clutch and was

promptly, threw in his clutch and was f off. ~.. .... .-.... ---. .... Hi, you! D-n youl Hey! Youi Driyerl Confound your d-d imper- 1 tinencel Heyl How am going to get homer" The first of these cries was very plainly, the last very faintly heard by MT. Randolph. After them came down the wind something that sounded very much like the. ghost of , wall of despair, but the driver paid no heed. His attention was absorbed by something quite different; the dry sobs of a little heap of smoke-colored chiffon. E. ,, .'
 Detours, subterfuges and the finesse of the road-faker were swept from Randolph's mind; he made straight for the bridge and home, but long be- fore they reached the river all sound had ceased to issue from the cab and in its stead reigned a purposeful, al- most menacing silence. What was she thinking in there? What could she think? Why didn't she go right on crying and keep her mind fully occupied with that?
 As they swept down the incline from the bridge into City Hall park he suddenly realized that he had been on the verge of giving himself away. He half turned his head and shouted through the speaking-slot, "What ad- dress, missW
 Her voice came back to him from -L. Aav- fa ha1 been pressed to the glass in an effort to make him cut. "AA the e0Tner Of the Avenue and East Ninth street"
 Ten minutes later he drew up his cab at the appointed spot and reached back to throw open the door, but kept his foot on the clutch release, leaving the gears in mesh, first speed ahead.
 All his precautions were in vain. AS he opened the cab door his coat sleeve was seized in very determined grip and drawn inward, catching his elbow in jiu-jutsu leverage that Jeff him the Hobson's choice of either get ting out and facing his captor or lis tening to his arm break. He chose to get down from his seat quickly.
 "Well, Bobby" murmured Miss Van T.
 MT. Randolph attempted no evasion; he handed the lady to the curb and guided her gently toward her own door and up the high steps. ''Madge," he said, "you fought a great fight to- night and when you had won you felt sorry for Fremont and surrendered. You were swept too high on the wave of the best that Is in you. Promise me that you won't forget that you have won Promise me that you will wait and take Fremont, all of him, with honor"
 What g you mean? What did you hearY cried Miss Van T. angrily, her pale face suddenly flushing.
 From the start of the ride to the finish I heard every word" declared MT. Randolph frankly, land more." And more!" repeated the hard pressed girl. "What do you mean by Emore?"l She still tried to browbeat him, but remembering one incredibly long kiss, her eyes fell in the unequal battle with Bobbyss and, attempted to create diversion bysstaring at his gail tered legs and heavily booted feet.
 Look up, Madge. Look at me-" said MT. Randolph and waited patient ly until first her long lashes futtered and then her lovely eyes swept slowly up to his xecA. That's It." he con |8 8tinued as their looks met and locked
 Let's hold that so we can't lie.'' "Why should lie if you really heard everything?" asked Miss Van T., and suddenly smiled. st!t. ,~ !.
 Il "Madge,S you little devil" said, Mir. Randolph, ,suppressing. an. impulse to Shake her, "can you think of what you've been doing and laugh?' J "Yes,,I cans Just now said Miss Van T., in, little gasping phrases that to a. man, especially one of MT. Ran dolph's limpid ., nature. carried only their face value in words, but which to any woman would have read as plainly as the red-weather signal, Look out for showers of tears fol- lowed by storm"
 "We1l," said MT. Randolph solemnly, If you really don't realize just where you have been, let me tell you. First you flew high into clean air and you took Fremont w'th you. You ere