Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1913-01-24
CYNTHIA'S ADVENTURE
BY F. FoGARTY.

! the iitlAc SdIueu III the DICK ydIQ Ol
the house adjoining that in which she
occupied the smallest room on the top
floor.
Cynthia was going away-although
she knew of no place to go. She had
eaten nothing for two days, and was
hungry.
A recent interview with her land
lady had not been a pleasant one
the shame of it was responsible for
her tears. Landladies cannot wait
more than four weeks for their room
rent, and Cynthia had not paid hers
for five Even now there seemed no
possibility of its being paid for five
more weeks.
So she said goodby to the little
garden and looked about her room in
vain for something she could pawn.
There was nothing left-nothing but
her clothes, and those she must keep
so that she might look respectable
even if the river had to be the solu-
ton Of her problem.
During the first few weeks after she
had lost her position on the News Gym
thia had rather enjoyed the expert
ence of hard luck" 1t had broad
ened her, developed her insight into
life, she thought. But the endless
round of visits to city editors, asking
for a job, then the search for any
kind of work ended fruitlessly, her
money gone, and that curious gnaw-
ing sensation, with a light-headed
faintness, was an entirely different
matter
Blindly she walked down Broadway,
stumbling as she crossed the inter
secting streets Presently she met
the eyes of a handsome, well-dressed
young man, a stranger, who lifted his
hat with a smiling Good evening"
Good evening" said Cynthia, be-
fore she was really aware what had
occurred
May l ask where you are going?"
politely inquired the stranger.
I'm going to dinner" she an
nounced firmly, with her head held
proudly erect
May l beg that you will take pity
man as he stood in front of her, hat in
hand 81 am a stranger in the city
and lonely l ask you to grant my
request, as a beggar would ask for
aims. Won't you give me the pleasure
of your company for an hour while we
diner"
Cynthia looked him squarely in the
eyes-eyes that met hers with frank
straightforwardness Thank you"
she said with quiet dignity. Il will
dine with you with pleasure. have
not dined for two days"
He looked at her with a start and
his eyes read the truth in the face
before him. Quickly he guided her
to quiet restaurant not very far
away, where they found a table for
two near an open window.
For two hours they chatted pleas
antly, lingering over the dinner
Cynthia liked the man. They were
congenial companions. If only she
had met him in another way. She
could not continue an acquaintance
formed thus.
WHAT S0dll We uO next. uc III
quired cheerfully It's too hot for
the theater Shall we take a drive
by the river side? It's early and we
can be back by ten if you wish"
This proposition fitted in with her
half-formed plan; so she agreed.
Il will wait in the reception room
while you order the taxi" she muir
INJURED; but as soon as she saw him
disappear down the corridor she
hastily scribhled a note at the writ
ing table and gave 1t to the maid,
with instructions to hand it to the
gentleman when he returned
you have probably saved my life.
Thank you-and goodby," it read.
The next minute pedestrians on
street were amazed at the
sight of a stylishly gowned young
woman running swiftly along that
quiet thoroughfare
Was it fate that sent her directly
into the arms of Mrs Forbes, the So
ciety editor on the Star. and the one
woman in all New York that she knew
1T all well.
Cyulnlas cnllu, whatever Is the
rouble?" asked that kind soul as she
taught the excited girl by the arm
md faced her about In the direction
;he was going
oh Mrs Forbes, they told me you
we're out of town"
Il was Just got back an hour ago"
Then between little gasps Of laughter
md tears, Cynthia told her story to
he sympathetic woman by her side.
You are to stay with me tonight,
,ynthia; and tomorrow I'll introduce
'ou to our managing editor He Is
ooking for some one to report WON
n club news, and I'm sure you can
and the job. At any rate, we'll try"
Now you must get to bed. You are
II worn out and nervous" continued
he motherly little woman, as she led I
be way up the steps of an apartment {
ouse where her own rooms were the
aintiest and coolest in the building.
In her dreams Cynthia saw the gray
yes of her dinner companion and