CAPE MAY COUNTY TIMES. SEA I8LE OITY, Mr. J.

TAXI An Adventure Romance By George Ajpww Qutmbertaln

Oovritf H. n» BoMw-M*rft)l PART IV—Continued. —1i— "I don’t want to boy," mid Mr. Handolph patiently. ’'You're right. In a way. about my belna muy. You see, alnce you saw me the other day. I've /•ooie lino some easy long stuff, and It’s Just ruinlRK my experiment In the ph'loaophy of a moneyless life. I w#nt to lose my-wad Just like I told you, and If you don't promise to start selling for me Inside of the nert Bve minutes, I’ll let friendship slide and call £ up some real brokers." “Well, If you put It In that way. you escaped loon, TH assist your sap-head-ed phll.isoMiy to your exact cash limit When will you pony up?” “Ir. twenty minutes by the clock,’ ■aid Mr. Randolph cheerfully, and rang off. The historic pounding drive Amal. I. & * C. that started with the opening ol the ma-ket on the following day was of such Homeric proportions that the advance sale made by MrM*r«. Verries A Oat on behalf of Mr. R. H. Randolph during the Thursday afternoon next preceding was a mere drop in the bucket of oblivion to the public at large—a mere flea-bite lost In tne shuffling of epidermises the monster aaudsns Involved In the combat. but to Mr. Randolph. It was a matter of transcendent Importance. With a feeling of great relief over an order that he had placed with his tailor nine days previously for complete new afternoon and evening outfits. the successful hunchbuster collected one hurdrod and thirty-two thousand, thirty-*' ;ht and no hundredths dollars r I proceeded to turn in Ms wagon to the Village Cab company, together with the Ighest clock reading ever known In le history of Manhattan. He then chartered one of the vehicles for hire of that concern and directed It to carry him to his new clothes, At ten minutes to four, he emerged from his tallor’a. garbed In the very latest thing In sllm-llne morning coats, a top hat, pearly-striped trousers, ■pats, a mottled, platlnora-handled. snakewood stick, and a gardenia in his bnttonheie. Ignoring the wise and friendly-sneering look on the face of the cab drive-, who was none other than onr old friend of saturnine visage, Patrick O'Reilly hy name, fallen on evil tiroes, and re-engaged that very day on Mr. Randolph's recommendation. he gave a certain address ip Fifty-ninth street. Let ns now broak one of the cardinal rales of narrative for cash by ruthlessly swilchlng the objective point of view. Behold Miss Imogen*? Pamela Thornton dressed In a ravishing. modestly modern tea-gown effect that would have cost her great-great- j f grandmother a ducking in tlie pond off p Bleecker street Iff she had dared to ‘ Wear It In her day at a fancy-dress ball, pacing up and down Mr. Runfedolph's recent sitting room and counting off nine on her fingers for the Btaundred and eighty-sixth time. And then, at last, the bell! Tomlinson. his Jaw set grimly, advanced ‘ upon the door. For an jgonL.'ng fiminll moment. Pamela lie' let

which took place between the two outwardly coo] young mi nit>ers of society who were inwardly, nevertheless, aeethlng with more ecothn. than there are fumes In a lime-kiln. “Miss Thornton!’’ exclaimed Randolph, as. from force of long habit, he laid hat, stick and on a side table and then advanced with a tentatively outstretched hand. “Ob. how do you dor asked Pamela. rising and offering her hand. “Wo—won't you alt down?” “Thank you; I will." He took the other end of the couch, crossed his legs in an effort to appear thoroughly at home, and gaaed almost furtively at the apparition before him. Ye gods and heaps of daffodils! What a vision of loveliness, of charm, grace, breeding, carriage and nurtured beauty: What a bubbling well of mirth; what a source of the light of youth that never fails; what an armful of divine delight I “Lr—I—or—told Mr. Mllyuns I’d II," said Mr. Randolph. ’Tea?" eagerly countered Mias Thornton. ‘Er—I—said I’d be here at four." supplemented Mr. Randolph. “Yes; he told me.” murmured Miss Thornton, not quite so aidently. “Er—It’s just four now." stated Mr. Randolph. "So It Is," agreed Miss Thornton quite coolly, glancing at the dock and registering surprise—tone quite calm and dignified. A long alienee Intervenes. The lady could easily break It, but won’t, has gathered somewhere that silence Is often a dub. Mr. Randolph evidently shares the Intuition; he must say something and does. "I've been very busy since I saw you last." “How Interesting!" *Yes; It has been—In spots. I've— er—been studying the under side of the upper world through a hole in the front glass of a taxi. It has given me a great Idea.” "Really r “Yes; Pm going to start the Mnnhattnn Chaperoned Cab company." “The what?" asked Mias Thornton, forced to show Interest In the preposterous project In spite of the fact that her eyes were growing more and more wounded and the corners of her tremulous mouth were drooping farther and farther south, “Chaperoned Cab company." repeated Mr. Randolph, his broad brows puckering In serious thought wide blue eyes. "It doesn't sound like much of an Idea until you ioIIow It out Would you like to have me explain It to you?" "Oh. ce—certainly." "Well. It all hangs on an Invention of my own—an attachment to the ordinary taximeter of a miniature map of New York and vicinity and a sort of seismic-needle affair. You set the needle on the point In the map corresponding to where the cab starts from -real life. Wherever the cab goes, the needle allows the route In red Ink on the map. with a time signal of how long P stopped at any given park, store—er—et cetera. Do you begin to get the Idea?" “N—no." sold Miss Thornton. “Just think a minute. Tired old couple of conventional ideas and actually beyond the age of dancing are In horror of sitting up all night watching daughter have s good time. Send her In one of my cabs; the Ink-route will show Just how straight she went to the party, how long alie stayed, and how she came back. I forgot to mention th» dictograph attachment In every vehicle. Take another case: Man married to a pretty and very young wife. Can't you hear him say. Yes. my d !-dear; you can go anywhere If you'll take a Chaperoned

CabT "

“No, I can't." asld Miss Thornton decisively, and stared meaningly B t the clock, as though she were worry-

agement.

could be heard the ties I of a girl’s dear laughter, and piesently a vows* ringing merrily through half-swal-iowed solis: "M—my—what a b—bump!" They sat on the floor, face to face, and matched a treble: "Ha! Hal Ha!" with a heavy (Dale: “HawI Haw! Haw!" The terrified Tomlinson burst in uje on the scene and there are twenty-six adjectives that would have fit ceil the look on his countenance, the first five being "astounded." “scandalized," "amazetl." “deprecating." “appalled." "M—Master Robert I M—Miss Intogene I" 1‘aniela pointed one finger et him weakly, and was off again to tumble down another cascade of laughter. Tomlinson shook his solemn head from side to side iu a grieved and palsied motion. "Such doings I I never—no—I never 1" “Tomlinson Is right," said Mr. Randolph solemnly, as he rose and helped Pamela to her feet. “I consider this the roost astonishing sample of deportment that has come to my Immediate attention for—for ten years." He turned to the umuolliflcd s*>rvttor, “Tomlinson." he continued, still snp-

"TTij j Mr. Randolph lliislied. i | I and poaacaasBAilnwelf of h

JUl gloves.

l y' j "I mustn't keep you," b L —' i pm an niiooliitinent in at><:

! got an appointment

| Rite rose, an absent-minded look in I her eyes, and accompanied him to the j door of the room. He opened It and j took his hand from the knob to shake j good-by. Her hand reached out to- ; war ! ! ls listlessly, as though It had ! become Infected with the selfsame droop that had assailed the corners

of her lips.

' 'May I—er—call again?"

I "No cried Pamela, snatched back j her naud. threw both arm* up against 1 the d nirjamb. propped her curly !n-a

l upon them, and burst into tears. Mr. Randolph's platinum-headed

i enne fell with a da tier; his gloves

j fluttered to the floor, and his new top j the veil on these

ducking, mirthful i taets of the

Ona of Those Long, Unhurried Mar-

riages of the Lips.

porting the laughter-weakened Pamela with one arm. "I think it Is due you to explain that Miss Thornton and I were merely rehearsing, or, rather -evlvlng the occasion of our first meeting. It was sitting Just as you found ns that we first made each other’s acquaintance a decade ago. except that the encounter took place on the west- I era sidewalk of Fifth avenue at about I the corner of Forty-eighth street. 1 trust that this Icforaiatlon will clear j up all doubts In your mind as to onr : sanity, and that you will now leave | us to toe settlement of certain per- j sonal affairs of great moment." I Tomlinson withdrew, still shaking bis old head from side to side, ami mumbling his opinion that the explanation, far from condoning an affront to what nad once been : n orderly establishment, was in the nature of a i plant on his credulity. No sooner had I he closed the door softly but firmly 1 on the scene of wreckage than Mr. ! Randolph turned all his atrentlon to •

the lady In his arms.

After a few moments, he laid bis hands on her shoulder . held her ' at arm's length, and forced her eyes j a long and breathlessly solemn | meeting with his own. "My dear girt." j ont.nued, “when I came here'thls j afternoon, the sudden bloom of your , beauty swept me off my usually conit mental bearings. I saw how completely desirable you are and icy I courage sank and left me, ns though | some one had said. ’You ••an have her If you'll Just step up to Mars.' When j I was running away, so that I might I live to fight for y..n In many other •lays, the flame of you swept down and I seized my coward heart. It's y -urs. darling, forever—if you’ll only take

SUMMER BRINGS ITS MILLINERY

when the summer world has for-

gotten winter, there comes Into bloom

llllnery as Is known to no other It appears to be Inspired by

tht* singing hearts of artists and reflects only the gracious and lavish summer time. All mediums are at the hands of designers, for this Is a

■Cason of trimmed millinery. tplte of the loveliness of flower-

deek.tl headwear and tite charm of

lie nnd light colors, there has nevbren n summer time when the big.

all-M".-!; hat. In picturesque shapes, has not been honored as an adorable exponent of the season. The hat at the top of the group pictured Is an example of dignified and distinguished

Just below it. at the left, n

bat with braid crown and transparent brim, has the flowing lines that youth loves and a wreath of field flowers,

clover-blossoms, daisies, buttercups, of blue.

cornflowers, grasses that Belong to springtime. A similar hat at the right is of leghorn with tuscan braid about the brim edge. It also has a wreath of flowers about the brim and a crushed collar of ribbon around the The beautiful all-blnck hat. at the left of the picture. Is a graceful shape In a brilliant straw, veiled in black chiffon. It Is finished with a sweep of fine feathers across the back that fall over the brim at ihe left. The mark of a genius In designing Is revealed In this midsummer night's dream In millinery- ft >* more suited to older wearers than the hats above It. A hat of like character finishes the group, u round-crowned, narrowbrimmed model, almost covered by a full wreath of delicate feathers and suited to matronly wearers. It Is very handsome In the fashionable shades

To Take the Place of Suits

/■AAKY GRAHAM BONNER.

THE ESCAPE. It bad been a bad time for the boy and the girl adventurers when they though: that they might be carried away In Mr. Moving Man’s trunk. "Why do you want to put ti* In the trank?" the girl had asked. "We might find j*»u could sell for a good deal at the market." the old man had said. “Well, won't you go in tlut; way, please?" the boy had asked, pointing :he—direction of the Hospitality Hotel. “No sir.” the old man had replied. "He hates that way," Miss Rolling Stone, or Mrs. Moving Man had said. She could be called by both tianias correctly. "He's mad. you see. because be didn't get to the House of Secret*. He doesn't want any one else to get there. He didn’t want the long Journey there." The boy looked at the girl. They didn’t know what to do. They were held tight and they looked at the now wide-open trunk. They couldn't bear to think they would be carried around In It, bumped this way and that, and perhaps suffocated too. and yet they couldn't but believe that they would somehow get back to the real road again so they -ould go on to the House of Secrets. “And we were to go to the Hospitality Hotel ihls very evening.” said the hoy. “I believe It's almost time." “Oh." said the girl suddenly, then she a<M.hI very softly, “I'm free. Miss Rolling Store has gone to sleep standing np! Oh. you’re free too. Let's hurry.” The old man had begun to snore. They hurried down the road, running us hard ns they could. They got well out of sight of the old man and woman. "Weren’t they horrible?" asked Ihe boy. “But how strange that they should flail asleep so suddenly." said the girl. "Not strange at all," said a voice, and looking Ihey saw a creature with

And then they kissed each other-

<*ie of those long, unhurried man-lag-of the Ups In which eye meets wot dering eye so closely that the ba riers of fle-dj and space and time at

pushed aside, and all the whole « world together with seven heavens crowded Into the tiny sphere of a file lo-HMit orb. Lock at them, you growing public; watch

It! For while

hurtled aeroas the

| less time than II has taken scribe these simultaneous events. I j had wUed the sobbing girl In b'n am j and was babbimg as follows • “Mias Tbo-Pam-'a—Pam. yc derrsMt and swee'oat of all the Mtt women in the world! Oh, dsriln don’t cry: but If yon must, then er an me—so! That's right, my preclotii

•‘Wo-won’t You Sit Down?" breath, and then let it go with rush as she heard the old valet's Dnroua voice tinged, nay, reeking, w the Joy of »

art. Mis* Thornton t In the sitting room" I ug sound* ae Tomlin: the doorbell.

I y | hold

ml my i

fl—strangle

in such conventional il

l<- | herein abjured on the grounds that ha ' the real thing in youth in love doesn't

ms give n whoop who sees.

; Even such a kiss as Is under roou j view ha* an end as wed as a begin-

<1 Just as this one finished tt* •I but crowded span of Itf, ie honk three times repeated tor horn, as though the world

and ! at large hod availed Itself of thnt b— | mean* t*. cap the shameless osculation

1th

•• rxrlai

Bobby.

Pamel

“Quits Flustered." a lovely face but with a great black patch over his heart. It was over where the heart should be and It was In the shape of s heart but they thought he had a beautiful face and a lovely, kind expression. “Who are you?" the boy asked. “I'm a kind friend." said the creature. He looked about the size of Mr. Wood Elf. “We’re ton our way to the Hospitality Hotel," said the boy. The creature held his arms over his chest as though to hide the black patch anil a* though be had made a great mistake not to hide it in the first place. He seemed quite

flustered.

•They fell asleep, those two you left." -said the creature, "beivuse they couldn't keep awake any longer. They never can accomplish anything all the way through. They always I

> It i

was lucky tor you. of harm, nor do t! cross and all of tha

This

They

• It

leaving it of taking

>r Mr*. Moving Man. . lylhifig cither.

"Now boy and girl 1 sa; some soda water. There fountain down this road travelers on their way. yonr way. I can see T! made Mr. Moving Man so wanted to keep you from

One Petticoat To

i refresh t's w ha t