News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1921-03-09

,eu from the uOOf, MS eyes drinking
last view of the brain king he had
dared to call runt.
During the next half-hour, Mr., Mil
yuns delivered himself of m assorted
lot of special pleading that he could
have sold on the market almost any
day for fifty thousand dollars, but the
sole judge and object OF his efforts
still sat swinging one putteed leg in
midalr as though tanning aside the
valuable streams of golden words, and
continued putting at one cigarette af-
ter another, each lighted from the
butt Of its predecessor.
"It's no use, Mr.. Milyuns," said Rob-
ert, at last "The truth is, and you
know it, that a meeting between my
self and Pam-MiSs Thornton, at the
present time and under the exception
al conditions, could only bring about
complications beyond the capability Of
any one of us to handle. Her pro-
posal that she divide her income with
me is so absurd that | am amazed at
your inper-at your hardlhood In
even mentioning It,"
Mr.. Milyuns wiped his brow for the
first time in many years.
II don't mind you calling me Imper-
tlnent, Robert" he said meekly.
"CalI me anything you please. Only"
and his voice rose gradually to
surprising volume-"don't forget that
| promised one of the dearest, most
.unspOiled, lovable, and wholly ador-
able young persons that it's ever been
my privilege to assure of the impos-
sibe that l would bring you to her.
and, by the holy mackerel, | will-if
l have to hold you by one ear with
my teeth"
Mr.. Randolph took his latest ciga-
rette from his mouth during this strict
ly illegal peroration, and allowed his
lips to spread into a broad smile.
"Mr. Milyuns," he said, 81 always
did like you; now I've got a deeper
feeling They call it love. I admit
to the human end of you that the
only thing that keeps me from rush
ing straight away to call on the lady
you have so accurately described is the
fact that l haven't money and she
has"
But what about the job l offered
your" interjected Mr.. Milyuns.
II was coming to that" said Mr..
Randolph. I'm not keen on charity
from you any more than from Miss
Thornton but-more than that
wouldn't bury myself in your stuffy
old skyscraper at any cash price
known to man. In the first place. you J
belong to the most unoriginal of all pro- ,
fessions, and, in the second, you make !
money too slowly"
"Make money too slowlyr" gasped |
Mr.. Milyuns, forgetting Bobby and |
Pamela and their affairs for the first |
time in three weeks, and remember
ing, for a change, and with a twinge |
of his hardened conscience, the size
Of his last retainer. "Tfa"
But Mr. Randolph allowed him no
time for indulgence in vocal mirth.
"Thats what | said" he continued,
ITO meet Miss Thornton
face to face and unashamed, l feel
that l must have a capital Of at least
a hr"dred thousand"
lie sank his head in thought for
When he raised it again,
the widely placed blue eyes were
there SO was the saddle of faint
freckles across his nose; so was the
of honesty across his open
face but superimpOsed over all was
/ new look of sudden resolution.
you will please tell Miss Thorn
on" he resumed, that shall do my
elf the honor of calling on her one
eek from the day after tomorrow at
our in the afternoon. There is
however, and it is that be
eft alone without any mental reser-
alton by her and you and your agents
urtng the intervening time"
"One hundred thousand in nine
avs" murmured Mr.. Milyuns skepti-
ally. His great brain hung poised in
bought for some time, but finally he
Odded his acceptance of Roberts
rms of capitulation and promptly left
lie room.
Mr.. O'Shaughnessy presently re-
lrned and found his favorite driver
INK in strenuous reverie.
"Well, Mr.-er-Robert, are you
lin back to the folks?"
Mr.. Randolph raised his head and
niled.
Call me Slim please, Tourke-
lin Hevey,' for awhile yet. I've de-
ded to accept your offer of another
agon for a week or two-that is, if
III realize you'll be doing me just
ain, monumental favor"
"Sure, kid" said Mr.. O'Shaugh-
,ssy. flushing, as Sloes all his kind on
g verge of gratitude. That's all
yht" {
Thanks a lot" said Mr.. Randolph.
md do YOU mind if take the Wall
rect beat for a while? 1 need
oney."
"Why, Slim. what's got ye? Ye
low that's the rottenest short-run