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SYNOPSIS.
PART I.?Robert Hervey Randolph
young New York man-about-town, leavei
the home of his sweetheart, Madge Vai
Tellier, chagrined because of her refusa
of his proposal of marriage. His income
|10,000 a year, which he must surrendei
If a certain Miss Imogen Pamela Thornton
(whom he has seen only as a smal
girl ten years before) is found, is no1
considered by the girl of his heart adequate
to modern needs. In a "don't 9are"
mood Randolph enters a taxi, unseen bj
the driver, and is driven to the stage
door of a theater. A man he knows,
Duke Beamer, induces a girl to enter the
cab. Beamer, attempting to follow, is
pushed back by Randolph and the cat
moves on. His new acquaintance tells
Randolph she is a chorus girl, and has
lost her position. She is in distress, even
hungry, and he takes her to his apart
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mark convinces him the girl is the missing
Pamela Thornton. He does not tell
her of her good fortune, but secures her
promise to stay in the flat until the
morning, and leaves her. In a whimsical
mood, also realizing that the girl's reappearance
has left him practically penniless,
he bribes the taxi driver to let him
take his job, and leaving word with the
legal representative of the Thornton estate
where he can find Pamela, takes up
his new duties under the name of "Slim
Hervey." He loves the girl, but his pride
forbids him approaching her under their
changed conditions.
PART II.?One evening he Is engaged
by Beacher Tremont, notorious profligate,
to drive him and Madge Van Tellier to a
hostelry known as "Greenwood." Aware
of the evil nature of the place, Randolph
drives the pair to Greenwood cemetery.
Infuriated, Beacher gets out of the cab
and Randolph leaves him there, taking
the girl (who has awakened to a realization
of her folly) to her home. Madge
recognizes him.
PART III.?In Randolph's apartment
Pamela, pondering over the strangeness
of the night's adventure, realizes she is
very much more than interested in the
young man. Next morning Mr. Borden
Milyuns, her family's legal representative,
informs her of her inheritance. Learning
that her acceptance of the money will
leave Randolph penniless, even the furniture
of the apartment belonging to her,
she proposes to divide the inheritance
with him. Mr. Milyuns tells her Randolph
is unlikely to agree to such an arrangement,
even if found. He, however,
agrees to do his utmost to find the young
man. Wide advertising and the employment
of detective agencies fail to accomplish
this. Madge Van Tellier tells Mr.
Milyuns of her encounter with Randolph.
Knowing only that he is driving a taxicab,
Pamela sets out to find him. The
ne.fl.rch naturallv is a lonsr one. but flnallv
she comes upon Randolph in front of a
hotel. Unseen by him she enters his cab,
but when giving the starter her address
Randolph recognizes her voice. The
streets are slippery with snow, and in his
excitement he smashes the cab against
the curb, throwing the girl out.
Such being heT state of heart, imagine
her excitement when Mr. MUyuns
called by appointment and retailed
word for word the following conversation
which he had participated in
-that jrery morning with Miss Madge
Van Tellier^of East Ninth "street!"
"Oh, Mr. Milyuns, are you doing all
that advertising for Bobby Randolph?"
"Yes, Madge; I certainly am, and if
it doesn't bear fruit pretty soon Til
have to give up tobacco."
"Are you advertising for his own
good? I mean is it important to him
?not 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 a fool.
I think I caught them all, my dear,
but if I left any out, please repeat."
"Yes," admitted the lady questionmark
; "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 tne
purpose that you want to find him
for?"
Mr. Mllyuns did not' pretend for one
second that he did not understand the
preposterously worded query.
"You bet I would!" he answered
promptly and emphatically. "Now tell
me what you've got* up your sleeve.
Please, Madge; that's a dear girl! If
you only knew how Fm worried seven
times a day?"
"I'm trying to tell you," broke in
Miss Van Tellier, "but you talk so
much I can't get in anywhere. Last
night, a taxi brought me home from?
er?from a 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?"
"Yes, yes," interrupted Mr. Milyuns;
""I 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, I didn't notice."
"Thanks awfully, my dear."
Sound of hanging up the receiver.
"So there you are." said Mr. Milyuns
to the very much excited Pamela.
"We've got this far and, by a fluke entirely
unconnected with the twenty-two
sleuths I have been pensioning in advance
of their lifelong service, Robert
is driving one of the sixty-three thousand
taxicabs that infest the streets
of New York."
"Poor dear!" said Pamela, tears rising
to her adorable eyes. Then she dismissed
Mr. Milyuns, who would gladly
have lingered. "I have to. go out now.
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I m so sorry, but thank you very, very
much."
. "Can't I drop you wherever you're
3 going?" asked the very human mind of
l the leading legal authority on corpora,
tion hedge-rows and byways. (
"Oh, no," said Pamela, translucent (
[ as love itself; "I shall go in taxis." j
i. How mnnv vnlcnr vpMoIas for hirp
were blessed by the transient presence
of Miss Thornton during the next seven j
' hours is a matter of gross mathematics j
and consequently beneath the ken of T
i an intelligence that can chat along
1 about nice things like Pamela and Rob- r
| ert Randolph for pure pleasure and j
i subsequently sell the remarks for cold (
i cash. Five minutes to spot a 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.
1 Divide seven times sixty minutes by .
all that, and you've got her number.
o
Let us leave the. statistical fiend and r
pass on to seven o'clock of the near- j
Christmas evening when Miss Thorn- ^
ton was momentarily out of a cab ^
and strolling down the slope of the ^
hump in West Fifty-seventh street A
mushy snow-rain had just begun to
fall, giving anyone with the price a s
splendid excuse for taking a cab anywhere
for anywhere. Before the portal ^
of the Great Northern Lights squatted
four taxis in a line. In the driver's ^
seat of the rearmost of these, and consequently
the last on the rank, a lank s
human being was buried in an enormous
turned-up collar roofed by a
chauffeur's cap set at an angle of 0
slumber.
Pflmpla thp vprv mnmpnt bar ovoo
fell on the recumbent figure, felt that s
short quick leap of the blood in her ^
veins which is ordinarily termed a
"hunch." She longed to step forward
and raise the veiling headgear, but she
dared not, for not only was the hotelstarter
on the job but also the windowshades
of the Poppy club next door
were still elevated by special request, n
owing to the slippery state of the sidewalk
in conjunction with the home- .
ward-bound stream of dress-models. ^
As a consequence, she was necessar- ^
ily content with opening the car door ^
for herself and stepping in. The starter ^
politely begged her to pass to the taxi
at the head of the rank and just as
politely she informed him that her feet
were wet enough as it was. In the
meantime, even her light weight on _
the running-board had startled the
driver into wakefulness and, without ^
going through any motions, he had y
I heard the unforgettable tones of her h(
| voice. 0,
The starter shrugged his shoulders,
I barked out an address in Fifty-ninth ^
street and kindly offered to "turn her A
I over for him." The driver laid trem- |
bling hands on the wheel and cautiously
drew himself up to a sitting posi- &
uon without disturbing the shielding: n
angle of his cap. Far from his trou- o
bled mind were thoughts of snow, the tl
slush and skidding. He threw In his d
clutch, started her with a jerk, rounded
the cab in front successfully, skidded
mightily thereafter, straightened
her out, skidded again, and crashed,
with a great splintering of spokes,
I I t~
| She Longed to Step Forward and |
Raise the Veiling Headgear. j ^
broadside front on the curb directly !
j before the delighted windows of the j e<
! Poppy club. !
Nothing would haYe happened to j |
| Miss Thornton had she been sitting i
| back In a ladylike manner, but at the <
| moment of the cab's collision with the ^
! imperturbable curb, she was otherwise
occupied; in short, the glass being a
bit frosted, she was standing up and
trying to peek through the speaking'
slot. As a consequence, when the door ki
I flew open with the shock, she also flew ol
and volplaned to a landing on Iiands
and knees in the very middle of the
very wide sidewalk.
With a cry of, "Oh, miss!" the
driver sprang toward her, but when,
still on hands and knees, she looked up
and gasped, "Oh, Randy?Mr. Randolph
!" he turned and fled down the
hill.
"HI! You Slim Hervey!" yelled the
starter. "Come back here an' sign up
for the junk!"
In the meantime, which wasn't
much more than the twinkling of an
eye, three perennial near-youths
dashed down the steps of the Poppy
club to the assistance of the loveliest
[ rouble that had ever sent out an S.
0. S. signal in the face of ready help
to the falling. Individually and collectively,
they raised the curly-haired
vision to its feet.
"It was Mr. Randolph," gasped the
maiden, In evident distress, "and I've
been looking for him for weeks."
"Not Bobby!" exclaimed Mr. Nearton.
"Not Herv!" ejaculated Mr. Verries.
"Not Randy!" Interjected Mr. Berry.
Pamela nodded three times, but her
*yes failed to show wonder. Nowadays
everybody she ran into seemed to
mow everybody she knew by his first
lame.
"Excuse me," said Mr. Nearton, in:ent
on getting there first with a renark?any
remark; "does he owe you
noney, too?"
The effect was electrical. Miss j
rhornton assumed a freezing dignity, j
She fixed Mr. Nearton with (steady
jyes.
"How much does Mr. Randolph owe
-ou?" she asked.
"Only tw-twenty," babbled Mr. Nearon.
"Well, here It Is," said Pamela, drawng
a yellowback from her chatelaine
ind thrusting It into Mr. Nearton's j
terveless hand. "I happen to owe Mr. j
tandolph a great deal more than that." I
therewith she turned and made for
he corner and the nearest telephone
100th.
Pamela was short of breath when !
he reached the telephone, but she
aanaged to get Mr. Milyuns' residence
n the wire and learned that he was
!etained at the office. She called up
hat safe den of the woTdd-be undis-.1
_ _ * ___ J* X.J ? It. _ J
urDea ana connected witn a new ana j
trange drawl.
"You've got the wrong number, lady,
'his Mr. Milyuns went home early to ,
elebrate his silver wedding."
"Will you put me through to Mr. |
lorden Milyuns," asked Pamela, in a j
ugar-sweet voice, "or do you really j
-ant to start looking for another Job?'
"How do I know you know him?
riss Hurry, did you say? The officeoy
ain't here, so I can't ask him.
,eave me your number, an' I'll have
1m call you."
"Know him!" gulped Pamela, In a
age. "Why, Fve k-kissed him!"
"Kissed Mr. Milyuns!" responded
le voice, taking sudden notice. "Well,
earie, why didn't you say so? I
lought you was one of them highrow
dames. If it's a matter of kissin'
ae boss over the wire, why just you go
> It I won't listen?oh, no!"
And a moment later, Pamela, in a i
Teamline body:
"Oh, Mr. Milyuns, this is Pamela
nd I've found him! , , , Yes; Randy
-Mr. Randolph.... No; he got away! !
. . Yes. He's going under the name !
P Slim Hervey and he was driving the
illage Cab company's No. 1898, and
e smashed It on the curb just in front
P that horrid Poppy club, and when
e saw me, he ran. . . . Oh, you will i
st hin, won't you? Please hurry, j
nd now, if you'll hang up, I have a !
?w words to say to that new tele- !
hone girl of yours. . . . Oh, no! you |
eedn't tell her; I can feel her sagging j
n the wire. . . . Oh, will you? Oh, j
tiank you! It isn't as if she didn't j
eserve it."
PART IV. \
The Ascent to Mars.
When Mr. Robert Hervey Randolph, j
lias Slim Hervey. chauffeur, vice Pat.
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[ck OKeiiiy, ex-uriver or rne village
ab company's- No. 1898, skidded that
ehiele disastrously to the curb in
*ont of the Poppy club and, as a realt
of his criminal negligence, in connection
with Miss Imogene Pamela
hornton's reprehensible peeking ocapation,
hurled that young lady to the
liddle of the sidewalk on her hands
nd knees, he leaped from his seat on
spontaneous impulse to help her to
er feet and administer every kind of
rst comfort that the occasion seemed
) demand.
Two considerations, however, shot
om the double-barreled blunderbuss
P Ridicule and Honor, caught him on
le wing, as it were, and deflected
Is flight from west to east with a
aarp turn due south at the corner of
ifty-seventh street and Sixth avenue.
1 the first place, out of the corner of
Is eye he had seen his one-time
lends, Mr. Nearton, Mr. Verries and
[r. Berry descending the shallow club
ont steps in an avalanche; in the
icond place, he suddenly recollected
rnt Miss Thornton was an heiress,
Igh above his present station and
itent, as he had gathered from beveen
the lines in various advertiselents
in the local press referring to
ie location of his person, on thankig
and otherwise recompensing him
>r turning to t&e right in a matter
P ten thousand dollars a year, unirned
increment.
As he gazed for one too brief second
own into the pleading eyes and adorWy
eager face of this lovable vision
i her hands and knees, which It
iemed unbelievable he had once held
1 his arms, only the oft-repeated
ivorite poem of his nurse:
I could not love thee, dear, so much
Loved I not honor more,
?pt him from I facing the avalanche
I ridicule^_and_ giving the eternally
searching Diogenes with Bis" Tanfem
a run for his money. As previously
stated, it was not to be. Mr. Randolph
turned from the waiting arms
of the sweetest temptation ever reniged
by man and made his swift way
to the sanctum of Mr. Tourke
O'Shaughnessy, foreman-manager of
the Village Cab company.
"Tourke," said Mr. Randolph, 'Tm
through. Smashed up the two off
"Tourke," Said Mr. Randolph, "3'm
Through."
wheels of my wagon on the curb In
front of the Poppy club. Dock me
thirty, please, and make out my pay
check." !
"Through, Slim? Whadda ya mean?"
said Mr. O'Shaughnessy. "Think I'm
goin' Do sack you for a skid on a day
like this? Pay for your fun, kid, but
take another wagon."
Robert Randolph, alias Slim Hervey,
shook his head.
"You don't understand," he said.
"I?I've lost my nerve."
"T .'net rnnn namm !" rro ono/1 If*
jljuol jr v u.a u^& ft 4 gaoycu u?x
O'Shaughnessy. "Whadda ya mean by
tellin' me a lie like that? Come on,
now; draw a map! Did ye kill the
Inside?"
"Oh, no," said Slim; "that's just It
I mean, the young lady is very much
all right"
"I begin to get you," murmured
Tonrke. "Skirt on your track, eh?"
A look of pity followed by one of
loyalty crept into his eyes. "Look
here, Slim," he continued: "I know
that tryin' to trick a female is like
playin' hockey with a stick o' dynamite,
but we got a lot o' high cards to
draw to. First shot out o' the box,
all the boys here is for you. Then
there's your frien's, the Force. I want
to tell you, Slim, you're the first driver
I ever had that could flatten out a cop
on a busy day an' make him think it
was a joke."
"Thanks," said Mr. Randolph, but
shook his head sadly.
"Now, listen," resumed Mr.
O'Shaughnessy; 'Tm goin' to have
the boys up here as they come in an'
put 'em on. In the enteract, you slip
out for a makeup. Get Sally Painter
round the corner to tone your face
down to the color of your freckles, do
a little job on yer eyebrows, an' fix
a deep scar in the upper lip of yer
speakin' tube, Get me?"
Mr. Randolph's widely placed blue
eyes narrowed in an effort to examine
the proposition shrewdly from all .
angles, and the light of hope was just beginning
to dawn across the trouble
in his honest face when there came
a sharp knock on the door, followed
promptly by the rattle of the loose
knnh and the unceremonious entry
of one birdlike, bald-headed, dapper
corporation lawyer and two corpulent
gum-shoe plain-clothes men.
"Yere! Wot the?" exclaimed the
outraged Mr. O'Shaughnessy.
The legal light paid him no heed and
advanced on the fast-wilting Slim Hervey
with outstretched hand.
"Robert!" he cried beamingly. "My
dear boy, I'm glad to see you!"
"Don't take the glad hand, Slim,*
warned Mr. O'Shaughnessy. "The little
runt may be tryin' to serve papers
on yer. Now, gents, show yer warrant
er I'll call the boys an' you take
the consequences."
"I guess it's all right, Tourke," said
Slim weakly. "They aren't going to
pull me, exactly."
"I don't care whether they think
they're goin' to pinch you er not," remarked
Mr. 0'ShaughnesS$\ fixing
malignant eyes on the two heavy
flanking forces of the small lawyer.
"I never did like the smell of fat."
Suddenly he roared: "Hey! Boys!"
The two bulls, strayed into inhospitable
pastures, turned, stepped catfooted
to the door, and took the flight
of steps in three. They cannot be
blamed, for they had recognized in Mr.
O'Shaughnessy the man who had once
been arrested for pushing over with
one hand a Ford that had crowded
him,
(To be continued next week.)
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