The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1921-01-28
Chapter |. Continued

had slipped ultimately from sight and
the ken Of people with addresses, and.
as result, Mr.. Robert Hervey RAN
dolph, whose relationship to Mr.. Asa
Thornton is Of no import whatever to
this tale Of cause and effect. came into
ten thousand a year and string-the
string being the possible temperance
of Miss Imogene Pamela.
Bob" had said old Asa, on the
verge of tardy demise, Pm not in
Producing you to war between con-
science and self-interest. There's no
silly story-book test about my money
you are under no obligation to took
for 1mogene or to shout if you step on
her by any twist of chance NY law
yers have all the instructions neces-
sary along those lines; they are to
make every reasonable effort and If
they succeed. why. you're man enough
to look out for yourself. lit isn't
going to make devil of lot of differ
ence to me where the cash goes So
long as l die with--die with the
credit"
| WIN thdt last seHtclCt, Ills InlIlu
had stumbled and wandered off to
memories Of his nephew Brewster.
Looking back from the vantage Of
twenty-six years, Randolph caught,
for the first time, the full import of
Asa ThOrntOn's farewell words to him
and to life: die with the credit"
They held the kernel of the old mans
carefully measured amend.
! Great old tOp!' murmured Mr..
Randolph aloud and half unconscious
ly turned to the left at FOrty-second
street. Five minutes later he was
caught in the maelstrOm of the
Thanksgiving crowd milling around
Times square.
Presently he found himself on the
edge of human sea, banked up to
give passage to a hOnking empty taxi
cab. Here was another question for a
suddenly inquiring mind. Where did
| taxi-cabs. empty ones, go to in such a
hurry? The door Of this one was
swinging open, and the proof of how
intent the crowd was on It's myriad
individual goals Is evidenced by the
| fact that a dozen voices did not in
form the driver that the season was
Off for fans on wheels.
The cab was moving more slowly
than Mr.. Randolph's subconscious
mind, which led him to step into it and
quietly close the inviting door. Upon
seating himself. he tried to analyze
the impulse that had lifted him from
the curb. He decided that it was not
so much the curiosity as to the desti-
nation OF empty cabs as natural and
ancient dislike for being pushed and
elbowed by people.
1t was not long before the cab I'M
Willingly loaded for bear, drew up
with final hOnk at the stage-door Of
the Crocodile. Immediately came
rasping voice that was vaguely ia
miliar to Mr.. Randolph.
'"Well," 1t said, "you sure took your
own time getting here" The driver,
expert in aggravating repartee with
out words, pressed the bulb of his
atrocious horn three times. "Cut It
out" said the rasping voice. There
isn't any hurry now"
1t was incredible, reasoned Mr.. Ran
dolph with himself, that anyone should
forget that voice once heard, and he
was right. He remembered 1t. 1t was
the voice Of Mr.. Duke Beamer. whom
he had had the distinct pleasure of
blackballing 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.. B. 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 aquiver; her chin was
atremble. OF course she was very
cheaply but neatly clothed.
Make up your mind" said the rasp-
Ing voice. ride with me or walk the
streets by yourself. and don't forget
that there's no job behind you. You've
said good-by to that door for good"
The girls wan face went through
that contortion which says II won't
cry" and doesn't, thereby achieving a
pity beyond the need Of tears. The
quivering Of her lips. the trembling of
her chin grew more pronounced-only
to steady down as she swept up strick-
en- and imploring 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 full for soul delivered in advance.
"You'l never regret II. believe me-"
The girl tore her doubling eyes
from HIS face and stepped toward the
cab. Mr.. Randolph made himself ex-
eeeding small In the corner nearest