The Parker post. (Parker, Ariz.) 1910-1918, 1915-08-07

| OUT um0-LaDl0 ana discovered WIN
| a thrill that the number of the train
had been II.
So Amy Flood had left for New
York on train II at 7:O7 a. m.
"Tll find her." decided Arthur, and
he made preparations to leave town
on the same train early the next
morning. All Of which might have
been superstitious nonsense, but at
the same time it was very human.
Train II landed Arthur Raymond
in New York city at noon of hot
July day. In the crowded railroad
station he began to realize what a
task he had set before him, but, cling
ing obstinately to his magic number,
Arthur went to the nearest hotel, and
after surprising the room clerk by re-
questing room II If it was vacant, he
took his key and went up in the ele-
vator with a degree Of satisfaction.
After lunch he started on his quest.
How was he to pick out Amy Flood
from city Of countless girls?
''I'll begin with the shops" decided
Arthur, and, having compiled list of
the great dry goods firms from the city
directory, he set forth.
His first days work was discour-
aging. He had visited five shops and
not one could boast of the name of
Amy Flood on its pay roll. Amys
there were in plenty, but none an
swered his description.
The second and third days were as
fruitless as the first. Arthur was be-
ginning to lose hope. He even in
serted an advertisement in the per
sonal column of morning newspaper,
wording it carefully so that no in
quisitive eye at home might detect
it's authorship.
The morning Of the seventh day
| found Arthur starting on his quest
with renewed zest. On this day of
| the magic number something might
be expected to happen.
There was big store on Sixth ave.
nue. which he had not yet visited and
| another one near by which had de-
| clined to render him any assistance
or to give him any information what.
ever. He would go there again and
| question some of the clerks. No one
who had once seen Amy Flood could
forget her-Arthur felt sure Of that
The Sixth avenue store yielded no
return, so he paid second visit to
the other one. This time he did not
seek the employment department, as
had been his custom; he diligently
visited every sales department of the
store.
Red-haired girls bobbed before him
from behind laces and ribbons, but
not Amy. At last he stood dejectedly
before the jewelry counter, looking
blankly at the glittering array Of or
naments. Two of the salesgirls were
talking.
Number II is home sick" remarked
one Of them.
"She is? I'm sorry for her if she's
left to old Goggins care! Once was
sick for a few days and she charged
me double board for sending Hilda
up with my meals-such meals-skim
milk and burned toast and such tea
you couldn't have told it from water
except that they called it teal"
"The poor kids homesick, that's
what's the matter with her." went on
the first speaker in a kindly tone. 81
says to her last night, Now, see here
n, why don't you write home and tell
your folks what you're up against
sure they'll send for you to come
home What do you think she said?
Said she didn't have any home
wouldn't that jar you? Most every
body's got some kin somewhere!"
Arthur was listening shamelessly.
One of the girls noted his interest and
stepped forward.
"Can I show you something, sir?"
she asked.
"No-but you can tell me; you were
speaking Of girl you called 77-that
is her store number Of course?"
eyes, sir"
docs her name happen to be Amy
Flood?"
Right! Are you some of her folks?"
asked the girl bluntly.
For answer Arthur took out his
watch and showed her Amy's fair face
photographed on the inside case.
That's her-that's I'll" cried the
girl eagerly. "Say, she needs some of
her folks-like enough Mrs. Goggin
wouldn't let you in to see her, but wait
till noon time and you can go home
with us, and then-well, guess II
will be mighty glad to see a home
face"
Arthur thanked the kind-hearted
girls and, having arranged to meet
them at one o'clock, he tried to kill
the intervening time by the purchase
Of an absurdly large basket of luxu-
ries to tempt the appetite Of an in
valid.
Mrs. Goggin's hideous parlor wit.
messed tender meeting. Amy, no
longer white and wan, but lovely
rose pink with happiness, greeted the
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