Twin city review. [volume] (Champaign, Ill.) 19??-1929, 1921-03-18
PART lI-continued.

very fiDse iS tnOuRH hti ld't h"h
been pressed 10 the glass In an effort
10 make him out. "At the corner of
the Avenue and Eust Ninth street"
Ten minutes later he drew mp his
eab AT The appointed spot and reached
hack 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 left
him the Hobson's choice Of either get
ting out and facing his oaptor or lis
fenng to his arm break. He chose
10 get down from his seat quickly.
"Well Bobby murmured Miss Van
T.
Mr.. 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, ''yon fought 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 do you mean? What did
you hear?" cried Miss Van Il. angrlly,
her pale face suddenly flushing.
s"From the start of the ride to the
finish l heard every word" declared
Mr.. Randolph frankly, land more"
"And more" repeated the hard
pressed girl. what. do you mean by
m0re?" She still tried to browbeat
him. but remembering one incredibly
long kiss, her eyes fell In the unequal
battle with Bobby's and attempted TO
create diversion by staring at his gal
tered legs and heavily booted feet
Look up. Madge. Look at me-"
said MIR. Randolph and waited patient
ly until first her long lashes fiuttered
and then her lovely eyes swept slowly
up to his face. That's IT," he con-
tinued as their looks met and locked.
LETS hold that so we can't lie"
why should l lie If you really heard
everything" asked Miss Van T., and
suddenly smiled
'Madge, you little devil" said Mr..
Randolph, suppresslng an Impulse TO
shake her, "can you think of what
you've been doing and laugh?'
yes, can, just now" said Miss
Van T., in little gasping phrases that
70 man. especially one of Mr.. Ran
,iophs limpid nature, carried only
their face value In words, but which
to any woman would have read as
plainly as ; the redweather signal.
Look out for showers of tears fol-
lowed by Storm
SWELL" said Mr.. Randolph solemnly,
eff 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 with you. You were
possessed OF vision and YOU made
him see IT, too, mirage of those
lifted places that are the altar, of the
mind before love. Just a mirage. an
Illusion of perfect happiness, which
cold reason tells us we can't ever turn
into reinforced concrete and plant In
the yard, but which we must either
forever hold as vision or admit that
love is sordid and wingless thing"
Miss Van Telliers eyes fell from
his frank gaze. Something seemed TO
erumple within her; she put her arms
around Mr.. Randolph's neck. chung
TO him. dropped her face against his
shoulder and sobbed, not noisily, but
as one who weeps to rest
He held her close to him and went
ON, his face set as though to duty.
''Then what did you do? Because he
hesitated, merelyhesitated at the high
door of adoraNon, you promptly
slammed it and dropped plumb
straight down like that Traitor arch
angel Johnny out of heaven into the
arms of hell"
Bobby. cried Miss Van r.. throw
ing back her head and struggling to
release herself. How dare you say
thing like that? How dare you be
here, anyway? | hate you. don't
know how | ever could have thought
loved you. fell. but IL was into
Beacher's arms, and | wish was there
right now" More sobs. convulsive
ones. that shock the slim body in Mr.
Randolph's embrace from twitching
shoulder TO tired feet.
Lest the reader be startled by what's
coming next il win do well to remind
him that this poignant scene was
staged at three o'clock in the morning
ON the high stoop OF the Van Teller
residence in East Ninth street and
never left the perimeter OF the door
mat which in itself presented an al
most feminine contradiction, In that
II bore, done in red on it's face. the
word welcome" but was neverthe-
less padlocked and chained to the iron
railing.
Even as Miss Van Teller was sob