The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1913-02-06
CYNTEIA'S ADVENTURE
BY r. FoGAaTY.


the little garden in the back yard 0
the house adjoining that in which sh,
occupied the smallest room on the TOT
floor
Cynthia was going away although
she knew of no place to go. She haC
eaten nothing for two days, and wa:
hungry
A recent interview with her land
lady had not been a pleasant one
the shame of it was responsible fol
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 nc
possibility of its being paid for five
more weeks.
So she said goodby to the little
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 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 smiling Good evening"
Good evening" said Cynthia, be-
fore she was really aware what had
occurred.
May I 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
on me-and dine with me?" asked the
man as ne 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 beggar would ask for
aims. Won't you give me the pleasure
of your company for an hour while we
dine?"
Cynthia looked him squarely in the
eyes-eyes that met hers with frank
straightforwardness Thank you"
she said with quiet dignity. 81 will
dine with you with pleasure. l 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 a quiet restaurant not very far
away, where they found table for
two near an open window.
For two hours they chatted pleas
antly, lingering over the dinner.
Cynthia liked the man. They were
companions. If only she
had met him in another way. She
could not continue an acquaintance
'ormed thus.
what shall we do next?" he in
luired cheerfully. Its too. hot for
he theater. Shall we take drive
,y the river side? It's early and we
an be back by ten if you wish"
This proposition fitted in with her
plan; so she agreed.
81 will wait in the reception room
While you order the taxi" she MUIR
nured; but as soon as she saw him
disappear down the corridor she
hastily scrubbed note at the wrtr-
ng table and gave 1t to the maid
With instructions to hand it to the
Gentleman when he returned.
You have probably saved my life.
hank you-and goodby," it read.
The next minute pedestrians on
'hirty-fifth street were amazed at the
light of a stylishly gowned young
running swiftly along that
uiet thoroughfare.
Was it fate that sent her directly
ito the arms of Mrs Forbes, the So
iety editor on the Star, and the one
oman in all New York that she knew
t all we'll
Cynthia, child, whatever is the
asked that kind soul as she ]
aught the excited girl by the arm |
nd faced her about in the direction {
ne was going.
ooh, Mrs. Forbes, they told me you {
ere out Of town" i
II was. Just got back an hour ago."
hen between little gasps of laughter
I'D tears, Cynthia told her story to
lie sympathetic woman by her side. :.
you are to stay with me tonight, r
ynthia; and tomorrow III introduce {
,u to our managing editor. He is =
oking for some one to report wom- ;,
/ club news, and I'm sure you can
nd the job At any rate, We'll try
Now you must get to bed. You are
| worn out and nervous continued :,
e motherly little woman, as she led =
e way up the steps of an apartment :
use where her own rooms were the !,
.intiest and contest in the building
In her dreams Cynthia saw the gray :
al nd