Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1923-09-20

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day for fifty thousand dollars. but the
sole judge and object Of his efforts
still sat swinging one putteed leg In
midair. 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 It's predecessor.
Its no use. Mr.. Milyuns." said Rob
ert. at last. The truth is, and you
know II, 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 n Of us to handle. Her pro-
posal that she divide her income with
me Is so absurd that I am amazed at
your imper-at your hardihood In
even mentioning It."
Mr.. Milyuns wiped his brow for the
first time In many years.
II don't mind you calling me 1mper
tinent.' Robert" he said meekly.
Gall me anything you please. Only"
and his voice rose gradually 10 q
surprising volume-"don't forget that
I promised n of the dearest. most
~unspoiled. 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
l have to hold you by n a with
my teeth"
Mr.. Randolph took his latest olga
rette from his mouth during this strict.
ly Illegal peroration, and allowed his
lips to spread into a broad smile.
"Mr. Milyuns," he said. II always
did like you; now I've got a deeper
feeling. They call 1t love. l admit
t. 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 IL the
fact that I haven't money and she
t has"
"But what about the job I offered
your" interjected Mr.. Milyuns.
II was coming 10 that" said MFR.
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 s~kyscraper 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 make
money too slowly"
"'Make money too siowlyr" 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. "Ha"
But Mr.. Randolph allowed him nc
time for indulgence In vocal mirth.
That's what I said." he continued
unmoved. ITO meet Miss Thornton
| face to face and ~unashamed, I fee
that I must have a capital Of at least
a hundred thousand"
He sank his head in Thought for q
moment. When he raised II again
the widely placed blue eyes were
there. So was the saddle OF faint
freckles across his hose; so was the
guarantee of honesty across his osen
face, but superimposed over all wal
Q new look Of sudden resolution
"You will please tell Miss Thorn
ton" he resumed. that I shall do my
self the honor Of calling on her one
week from the day after tomorrow at
four in the afternoon. There Is q
| condition, however, and IL Is that ! be
| left alone without any mental reser-
walton by her and you and your agents
during the intervening time"
Zone hundred thousand In nine
days" murmured Mr.. Milyuns skepti-
calIy. His great brain hung poised In
thought for some time, but finally he
nodded his acceptance Of Roberts
terms Of capitulation and promptly left
the room.
Mr.. o'Shaughnessy presently re-
turned and found his favorite driver
sunk In strenuous reverie.
"well Mr.-er-Robert. are you
goin' back to the foiksf'
Mr.. Randolph raised his head and
smiled.
Call me Slim please. Tourke-
slim Hervey.' for awhile yet. I've de
cided to accept your offer Of another
wagon for q week or two-that is. II
you realize you'll be doing me just Q
plain. monumental favor"
"sure. kidi" said Mr.. o'shaugh.
messy. flushing. as does all his kind on
the verge Of gratitude. That's all
right"
Thanks q lot ' said Mr.. Randolph.
"And do you mind II I take the Wall
street beat for whilef I need
money"
"why. Slim. what's got yer Ye
know that's the ~rottenest short-run
stand In town. Now. ef It's money
you want" Mr.. O'Shaughnessy
reached slowly down Into his capacious
trousers pocket, his eyes. meanwhile.
studying Mr.. Randolph's p~hysiognomy
with a shrewd CLINT that had fore
stalled many O clever attempt at Q
touch In years gone by.
Yes. money" said Mr.. Randolph
pensiveiy; "a hundred thousand dol
lars WORTH
Tourke's face underwent q startling
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