Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-05-07
TONS FOR EVERY WOMAN
The Daily Story
On Wings of Steel

"owl Ought Dorton gave a gasp OF
pain as his skate struck something snag-
gy in the snowy Ice, then staggeringly
recovered his balance, aided by a timeiS
grasp from the fur-gloved hand of Doctor
Melford, who had been doing neat outer
edge alongside and grumbllng heartily
! the while.
What rotten luckw he had been say
| ing every five minutes, as the merry
skaters whzzed by always in satisfying
| pairs. And we have had our shingles
up a whole month in this confounded
| burg, and still don't know a single soll-
i tary girl in all this giddy phantasmagoria
of whirling skaters"
Then he was interrupted by Dortons
! fall,
Are you hurt old man? what've you
| hit?" he demanded anxiously peerlng
| through his frosted glasses at his dis
abled friend, who stopped painfully to
| pick up something from the chipped ice
before hobbling slowly shoreward.
"struck?" echoed Dorton, sinking onto
a bench under lamppost and nursing
| his ankle 1.-THE United States Steel
Trust 1 think, by the feel of my footl
Here 1t ISL And he held up to view
the obstruction which had interrupted
his fantastic gyrations in the centre of
the lake whore the figure skaters had
been performing.
IL was good sized numDeT ten, BOY
skate, of the club variety, and its pol
shed nickel blade shone like frozen
moonbeams as he surveyed II critically.
Melford glanced at II with interest and
put the laconlc query:
"Gender masculine, feminine or neu-
ter?"
Feminine" promptly decided Dorton.
holding It closer ITS got some initials
engraved on it-J. NJ. T. No boy was
ever so sentimental as that. And no
chappe ever wore clubs. so by the process
of elimination we arrive at the remaining
and only possible sex of Jimty, its owner.
And, by Jove from the size of It, she's
no Cinderella, either-it fits number
five foot, or I'll eat my hat Girls are so
emancipated these days" he went on
whimsically. Even their feet are throw
ing off trammels and spreading out of
all"
"If you have quite finished Sherlock
Holmesing my skate" broke In a high,
cool voice out of the black region be-
yond the rim of light rays from the arc
lamp, will you be kind enough to return
1t to me?"
THE devil" calculated Dorton under
his breath, starting gulltlly and dropping
the unlucky skate to the ground. 1t fell
Gathering under the bench and the doctor
dived after it with ostentatious haste.
VIII you be SO good as to bring 1t
TO meY' Her tone was as sllvery and |
stand on the other side of the lake.
He took a step forward and suddenly |
measured his full length at her magned |
feet, with the skate still clutched in his |
hand.
my ankle" he moaned, when she
bent over him all womanly solicItude, |
her momentary pique gone. Only anxiety |
and pity were visible in her lovely face
quite the loveliest he had ever seen,
Dorton thought as he closed his eyes.
"Oh, I'm afraid he's tainted! He's
hurt, and It's my FAULT" cried the girl,
tearing off her mlttens to rub snow on
the cheeks that looked so pale in the
white light. Cant you do something
for him? He wouldn't have been hurt
If 1t hadn't been for my skate" she
quavered. feeling in some way to blame
please go for a DOCTOR"
Il am doctor--a recent arrival In the
CITY," replied Melford. IF we could get
him somewhere and cut his shoe off and
bandage his foot
Yes, yes" put in the girl eagerly
Call a cab and take him to my home
It's just around the lake yonder"
Janet Tuttle, where are you? We've
been looking for you-and your skate
everywhere! Did you find it?"
The girl was still explaining amid
furious bushes, to her friends who had
gathered in a curious circle around her,
when to her relief the doctor approached
and announced that cabman was wait
ing.
At the door of the big house where
they drew UP, her mother greeted. with
her early appearance with
two strange men, but this quickly turned
to motherly concern when she heard of
the accident.
Now, Doc. do be careful" they heard
Dorton groan as the door closed, but they
could not hear the rather curious da-
logue which began moment later. Mel
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his friend with accusing eyes.
Paul! You aren't really hurt at all!
Say, what's your game anyway" Ana
he glared at his pseudo patient. who
sat In state propped IN pillows. That
young mans audacious gray eyes closed
his smooth countenance.
"Sh' he said, IN tell YOU my game
the old, old game of hearts, and you've
got to help me! NUNS the word-there
was no other way-oh, don't look so saw
age! 1 mean business" And the level
lips spelled grim determination as they
also closed firmly.
You don't mean you want to marry
girl you've never seen in your life be-
fore tonight?"
That's exactly what 1 do mean" re-
turned the other genially. "If she'll have
me-"
Mighty certain. seems to me-" grunted
Melford. You've got to square yourself
Tor that break you made about the size
Of her feet"
"By Jove, forgot" Pauls face fell
and haunted look came into his eyes
whereat the doctor said with sympa-
thetio wonder, "As bad as that already?
But I always said that when you did get
L, you'd have II bad"
She'll have to forgive me and marry
ne-l'n love her so she can't help it'll
And anyway" he added innocently. his
"a Rl ing hall 3hak l
shoe is more than a four-and-a-half-
hough she's no Cinderella, admit, even
1t that"
you'll do" grunted the doctor. "Guess
you'll get the girl"
All OF which rash statements were
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