New Britain herald., 1916-03-13
EPISODE VIII.

l "She screamed and turning hid her ment, Then she stood up and faced 1 him. How dare you come here?' she asked, and he had the decency to look pretty foolish. I dare because l am worried about you he said. i can't go and leave you stranded here; you've got to let me help you.' T shall never accept your help" cried Mary, and I could tell by her voice that she was pretty close to tears, so I stepped forward and said, Look here, Dave Pollock, it's q pretty mean trick for any man to persecute a girl the way you're prosecuting Mary. Haven't you a shred of decency in your poor little soul? If you have you'll beat it while the going's good
 Did he answer you?
 Yes. For a minute I thought he was going to hit me. Then he said, Miss Page is thoroughly capable of answering me herself Miss Barton, and I must ask you not to interfere in what does not concern you Any thing that concerns Mary concerns me- I retorted, but Mary put her
 hand on my arm. MT. Pollock she said and there was a queer note in her voice, I thoroughly agree with what Amy has said-you are persecut- ing me: you are torturing me-and ] cannot bear any more. For Gods sake go away and leave us in peace At that Mir. Pollock flung out his hands and said hoarsely. Mary Mary-you can't mean that. Aren't you tired of this poverty and misery? Haven't you had enough of this life? One would think to hear you, that l was some brute pursuing you, when all 1 ask is to honorably marry you and protect you from hardships' 'Honorable!' cried Mary. Do you call it honora ble to assist the others because you knew it would leave us stranded and helpless? Is it honor able to force yourself upon us in this fashion? Is it honorable to perse- cute me, when I've told you over and over that I'll drudge all my life and wear my fingers to the bone with work before I will marry you?' Then she burst into tears, and I ordered MT. Pollock out of the room, saying that he'd gotten his answer and he might as well go."
 Did he leave?'
 ''No-but it didn't matter, because just then the door opened and the good old gink that ran the place came in. He said he'd heard enough of what was said to realize that we girls needed some help and advice, and suggested that since MT. Pollock seemed determined to stay there. that We might go down to his office.' Did you go?"
 Yes. Mary quieted down, at the l nf 1 her eyes went with him, saying frank | " that she and I wanted some work 1 to pay our board until we could hear l from home"
 1 Did the proprietor offer to help
 you?"
 Amy bubbled with laughter. He did better than that. He handed us l each a job as biscuit-slingers in the l dining room. Mary was to admins
 ter the table d'hote to the regular and 1 I was to be on the job with the tran l sients-and SOME transients they l were, too, Of course Mary made a hit right off. She was the cutest thing you ever saw in the get-up of a bash ouse Lizzie. Even the dyspep- tic old grouch who edited the weekly l newspaper smiled at her when she took his order and the sour-faced ole i leftover that had been waiting or the table looked as if she wanted tc
 strangle Mary every time she passed
 her"
 The judge laughed at the pictur,
 she coniured up. and Amy, bIoomins
 under the knowledge that she Wa pleasing her audience. turned to wards him confidentially as she con tinued:
 'Its a good thing, your honor. tha they don't leave any cold poison lyin' around in rube hotels, because tn customer I got was David Pollock! did stick my finger in the oatmeal was taking him and say, T hope vol choke three times, but it didn' ] work"
 Again her bubbling laugh ripple out. followed by a guffaw of deligh i from the listeners but as if it wer