The Prescott daily news., 1913-02-08
CYNTHIA'S ADVENTURE
By F. FoGARrY.

the Itttle garden In the Dack yard or 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- tion 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" It had broad ened her, developed her insight into life. she thought. But the endless for a job. then the search for any kind of work ended fruitlessly, her money gone. and that curious gnaw. ing sensation. with 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. stranger, who lifted his hat with smiling Good evening""
 Good evening"" said Cynthia, be- 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 I beg that you will take pity on me-and dine with me?" asked the man as he stood in front of her, hat in hand. "I am stranger in the city and lonely. I 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 dine?"
 Cynthia looked him squarely in the eyes-eyes that met hers with frank straightforwardness. Thank you" she said with quiet dignity. q will dine with you with pleasure. I 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 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 shall we do next?" he in- 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.
 T will wait in the reception room while you order the taxi," she mur- disappear down the corridor she hastily scribbled a note at the writ ing table and gave it 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 Thirty -ffth' street were amazed at the sight of a stylishly gowned young woman running swiftly along that quiet thoroughfare.
 Was 1t fate that sent her directly into the arms of Mrs. Forbes, the so- ciety editor on the Star, and the one WolidA Ill all 4NSN loIh that Sne hHeW at all well.
 Cynthia, child, whatever is the trouble?" asked that kind soul as she caught the excited girl by the arm and faced her about in the direction she was going.
 "Oh, Mrs. Forbes. they told me you were out of town"