The Little River news., 1921-03-26

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 midair, as though flaming aside the valuable streams of golden words, and continued puffing at one cigarette af- ter another, each lighted from the butt of it's predecessor.
 "It's no use, MT. Milyuns," said Rob- ert, at last. 'The truth is, and you know it, that 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 imper-at your hardihood in even mentioning it."
 Mir. Milyuns wiped his brow for the first time in many years.
 'I don't mind you calling me 'imper- tinent, Robert" he said meekly. "Call me anything you please. Only"
 and his voice rose gradually to a surprising volume-"don't forget that l promised one of the dearest, most unspoAed, lovable, and wholly ador- able young persons that it's ever been my privilege to assure of the impos- sible that I would bring you to her, and, by the holy mackerel, I will-if I have to hold you by one ear with my teeth"
 MT. Randolph took his latest ciga- rette from his mouth during this strict ly illegal peroration, and allowed his lips to spread into broad smile.
 ''Mr. Milyuns," he said, T always did like you; now I've got 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 I haven't money and she has,"
 'But what about the job I offered youY' interjected Mir. Milyuns.
 T was coming to that" said MT. Randolph. "Im not keen on charity from you any more than from Miss Thornton, but-more than that-I wouldn't bury myself in your stuffy old skyscraper at any cash price known to man. In the first place, you belong to the most unoriginal of all pro- fessions, and, in the second, you Il. '1e money too slowly"
 Make money too slowly!' gasped Mir. 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. "Haw
 But Mr. Randolph allowed him no time for indulgence in vocal mirth.
 That's what I said." he continued, unmoved. ITO meet Miss Thornton face to face and unashamed, I feel that must have capital of at least a hundred thousand"
 He sank his head in thought for a moment. When he raised 1t again, the widely placed blue eyes were there. So was the saddle of faint freckles across his nose; so was the guarantee of honesty across his open face, but superimposed over all was . new look of sudden resolution.
 .xoY will please tell Miss Thorn ton," he resumed, "thaf i shaii do my self the honor of calling on her one week from the day after tQM.QErow at four in the afternoon. There is a condition, however, and it is that I be left alone without any mental reser- vation by her and you and your agents during the intervening time."
 "One hundred thousand in nine days" murmured MT. Milyuns skepti- cally. His great brain hung poised in thought for some time but finally he nodded his acceptance of Roberts terms of equalization and promptly left the room.
 Mir. O'Shaughnessy presently re- turned and found his favorite driver sunk in strenuous reverie.
 Well, Mr.-er-Robert, are you goin' back to the fOlks?"
 Mir. Randolph raised his head and smiled.
 Gall. me 'Slim,' please, Tourke- Slim Hervey,' for awhile yet. I've de cided to accept your offer of another wagon for week or two-that is, if you realize you'll be doing me just a plain, unornamental favor"
 Sure, kid!" said Mir. O'Shaugh- messy, flushing, as does all his kind on the verge of gratitude. "That's all right"
 Thanks a lot" said MT. Randolph. And do you mind if take the Wall street beat for while? I need money"
 "Why, Slim, what's got ye? Ye know that's the rottenest short-run stand in town. Now, eff it's money you want" MT. O'Shaughnessy reached slowly down into his capacious trousers pocket, his eyes, meanwhile, studying MT. Randolph's physiognomy with a shrewd glint that had fore stalled many clever attempt at a