Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-19

just came from Chicago thought I
might get work"
You arrived in New York today?"
'Ah-er-yes." The word came hastily
after stammer of a moment Tonight"
Haven't you any luggage?" Miss
Towne asked, taking, no note of the con-
fusion her previous question caused She
was used to seeing women confused for
variety of reasons. which might or
might not be connected with subjects
under discussion.
"Oh, l checked my bag at the station, -
the girl replied.
why didn't you go to a hotel?"
"Why-why' there was a little
embarrassment-'Tve been told they
won't take women in decent hotels here
at night. .
Eyes, but you could
ooh, can't ! stay here tonight?' the
stranger broke, pleadingly. "I can sit up"
Miss Towne did not choose to commit
herself as yet
cago?" she asked
Yes"
What did you do?"
Il was stenographer"
why did you leave?"
81 wanted to come to New York"
These questions were answered without
hesitation but with a growing nervous
ness.
But what did you
ooh, please don't question me any
more!' the girl broke in, suddenly, her
lips trembling. I'm so tired
my Name Is Ruth Farley"
Miss Towne gave her another long look
and then sat down at her desk and picked
up pen.
What is you name?" she inquired.
Instead of merely stating the name the
stranger said slowly:
MY name is Ruth Farley"
Ruth Farley" repeated Miss Towne,
making the entry. You say you are a
stenographer?"
Yes"
Il may be able to find a position for
you. Just sign your name here-how your
hand trembles!" she exclaimed with real
concern, as the girl drew back from the
desk
It's nothing; I'm tired And. as if in
proof. of her words, she sank weakly into
chair. you think you can't let me
have room?'
I'm afraid not" said Miss Towne, with
regret. But
Hello! Police headquarters Her back
was turned and she did not see the stran-
ger start and press her handkerchief to
her lips, as If to stifie cry. What?
Yes, we have an employment bureau.
What? Mary Hadfeld? / don't think so.
One moment" With her free hand she
drew out a drawer of the card catalogue
and ran through 1t. mo, we haven't any
such name on our list. You're welcome
Good by"
When Miss Towne turned again to her
guest" she thought the girl looked even
paler and more "droopy" than before.
How late can l stay here?" she asked.
ELEVEN o'clock is our hour for closing;
but" she added quickly, as she saw the
look of utter desolation in the girls eyes,
don't worry; Wen find some place for
you tonight"
The girl made as If to hold out both
hands, but quickly restrained herself
"Oh, thank you-so much!" she MUIR
INJURED in a low voice
"Have you had any dinner?" inquired
Miss Towne kindly.
Dinner" repeated the girl, as II she
had never heard the word mo, l
haven't"
A newsboy's raucous shouts, approach
ing down the street, penetrated the room.
The professor swore and Mr.. Stephen
raised his head like a warhorse shifting
the battle. Miss Towne rose.
Come and get something to eat" she
invited. Some tea will rest you"
murder at the Beaumont"
"Wuxtra! Wuxtra! All bout the hor-
rible-horribler beloved the newsboy,
thrusting a paper into Mr.. Shipman's
hand, as that worthy fastened to meet
| him.
"Sh-h"' Kissed the professor venom
ously.
"What?" roared the boy
"Silence!' Numbered the professor
| The boy put his fingers to his lips and