Charlevoix county herald., 1921-03-18

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most ravishing bibless evening tucker,
had driven her to two familiar doors,
taken her money with averted face
and without inspecting the "clock,"
and had passed oil to some quiet stand
to dream over her new glory and read
the latest batch Of ads crying for news
of the whereabouts and welfare of self
could she have known these appar-
: emily Insignificant items In the daily
life of the great 'city, she would have
wept her lovely eyes out twice over.
Such being her state of heart. i'm
agine her excitement when Mr.. Mil
yuns called by appointment and re-
tailed word for word the following con-
versation which he had participated In
that very morning with Miss Madge
Van Teller of East Ninth street:
"Oh, Mr.. Milyuns, are you doing all
that advertising for Bobby Randolph
! "Yes. Madge; l certainly am, and If
1t doesn't bear fruit pretty soon TIL
have to give up tobacco"
"Are you advertising for his own
good? l mean is 1t important to him
mot to you-for you to find him?
Would he be really and truly glad to
be found even against his will?"
"Er-yes-er-it is-er-he would
er-if he isn't sixteen kinds Of fool
think / caught them all, my dear,
but If left any out. please repeat"
Yes" admitted the lady question
mark; ''your legal mind answered them
ALL Now tell me just your human self
If you were in Bobby's place, would
you want to be found by you for the
purpose that you want to find him
fOrT
Mr.. Milyuns did not pretend for one
second that he did not understand the
preposterously worded query.
"You bet l would" he answered
promptly and emphatically. "Now tell
me what you've got up your sleeve.
Please, Madge that's a dear girl II
you only knew how I'm worried seven
times day"
I'm trying to tell you," broke In
Miss Van Teller, but you talk so
much l can't get in anywhere. Last
night, taxi brought me home from
er-from drive, and the cabman was
Bobby looking simply stunning In one
of those awfully high-collared, khaki,
waist-effect woolly coats, chauffeur's
cap, tan puttees, boots and all"
Eyes, yes" interrupted Mr.. Milyuns !;
IL know now just how he looked. What
was the license-number of the car. and
to which company did it belong?"
A long pause.
'Why, / didn't notice"
Thanks awfully, my dear"
Sound of hanging up the receiver.
$50 there you are" said Mr.. Milyuns
TO the very much excited Pamela.
We've got this far and, by fluke en-
tirely uncOnnected with the twenty-five
sleuths | have been pensiOning In ad-
vance of their lifelong service, Robert
is driving one Of the sixty-three thou
sand taxicabs that infest the streets
Of New York"
Poor dear!" said Pamela. tears ris-
ing TO her adorable eyes. Then she dis
missed Mr.. Milyuns, who would gladly
have fingered. IL have to go out now.
I'm so sorry, but thank you very, very
much"
Cant / drop you wherever you're
going?" asked the very human mind Of
the leading legal authority on corpora
ton hedge-rows and byways.
"Oh, no." said Pamela, translucent
as love itself; 81 shall go in taxis."
How many vulgar vehicles for hire
were blessed by the transient presence
of Miss Thornton during the next seven
hours Is matter of gross mathematics
and consequently beneath the ken of
an intelligence that can chat along
about nice things like Pamela and Rob-
ert Randolph for pure pleasure and
subsequently sell the remarks for cold
cash. Five minutes to spot lively
cab, five minutes to ticket the driver
and pile him on the discard two more
TO find her purse, three more to look
/ innocent; then start all over again.
Divide seven times sixty minutes by
all that. and you've got her number
Let us leave the statistical fiend and
pass on to seven o'clock of the near
! Christmas evening when Miss Thorn
| tOu was ulOlHeutdTlly Out VI CID
and strolling down the slope Of the
hump in West Fifty-seventh street. A
mushy snowman had just begun to
fall, giving anyone with the price a
splendid excuse for taking a cab any
where for anywhere. Before the portal
of the Great Northern Lights squatted
four taxis In line. In the drivers
seat Of the rearmost Of these, and con-
sequently the last on the rank, a lank
human being was buried in an enor-
nous turned-up collar rooted by a
chauffeur's cap set at an angle of
slumber.
Pamela, the very moment her eyes
fell on the recumbent figure, felt that
short quick leap of the blood in her
veins which is ordinarily termed
"hunch." She longed to step forward
and raise the yelling headgear but she
dared not for not only was the hotel
starter on the job but also the window
shades of the Poppy club next door
were still elevated by special request,
/ owing to the slippery state Of the side