Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1905-11-16

FACE. HE DID NOT LOOK AT HER.
tie outing. Most girls would be glad
to have some fresh air on moonlight
night. but you are different"
With q lGnguid and disengaged man
ner he swept up the money. lifted his
hat with the air of saluting Il grande
dame and, noddlng familiarly TO the
proprietor, went out, his handsome,
well groomed figure followed by admir-
ing glances from the giggllng girls.
"Jude's gyt the boss mash, but she
doesn't knO" it. said one. Got that
secondhand look lately, and Becker's
getting tired of her airs She'll be
without job one of these fine morn
ings If she keeps 1t up"
Sure" said a girl with a chorus
bang. "and you'll be It. Mayme."
We'll, If l do say 1t myself, I'll
know my business better than Jude.
This thing OF feeling above your sta
ton when you're nothing but a cashier
In q restaurant doesn't go OF course
they do say that She leaned for
ward and whispered diligently.
Judith mechanically counted out the
change for two young fellows, who
gayly passed the time Of day with her
They were followed by a middle aged
woman with a sweet, womanly face,
who laid down the exact amount Of her
check. Judith looked at her with n
faint smile
"Ah. Mrs. Thompson, you ere the
only one who comes In here who never
has to have change"
You need every moment you can
get" She paused and scanned tn,
girls face with gentle solicitude. You
are overworked, my dear. Yod need
rest Do you get enough recreation"
Yes; Oh, yes?' stammered Judith. II
Il go out quite often"
The woman looked unconvinced. I'm
going away today for my vacation, and
wish you were going too. Take all
the care you can OF yourself during
this heat Goodby."
Judith leaned back, deathly pale The
one friend she had In the city, even
though she did not know her address,
was leaving town. Her heart died
within her. Why had Gordon never
answered her last letter. Why had
the loss Of her money so suddenly
changed his lover Was It year or q
hundred yolrs ago that she was to
have been his wife? The buzzing Of
the flies seemed like the beating Of
drums In he ears, and as II in dream
she passed the change TO a stout, red
face Isan wfthSst Iepl Ing to his jo-
cose .cuarks on the heat
Becker came up and, leaning against
the counter and pairing his nails, said;
so you want to get off for dinner
and an evening down at COney, | sup
pose Eh, Judef'
Judith felt her throat grow dry. mo,
Mr.. Becker" she said.
The proprietor tapped his knife on
the desk In front Of her. Look here,
Jude. | want to tell you plainly that
you're too GUM lately. | wish you'd
get that graveyard look off your face.
OF course It's all right for you not to
run around with the married men. but
look at all the swell fellows you've
turned down. Grant Lauderdale and
Dick Tracy are good enough for any
girl Now, don't be clam any longer,
for, on the level, | can't stand for so
much falling off in looks 1t looks as
IL didn't feed you."
That night, alone In her little room
Judith reviewed the situation. She felt
as If one year in New York had cost
her her youth and all her happiness
With her father dead and her little
fortune swept away, she had to keep
the wolf from the door. Poverty snap
ped at her heels like a hungry cur
whenever her strength faltered. and
she felt as IL she could scarcely 20 on