The Morgan City daily review., 1917-03-06
AI)RIF
ey ELIZABETH SHIELDS.

Her hair was golden and her large.
inquiring eyes were brown. They
flashed with great hopes and the won
derful dreams Of youth. She arrived
In New York with the conviction that
an amazing adventure was waiting for
her each time she turned q corner. She
lived alone for one week in the goal
city of the United States and, of
course, it happened. On the first day
Of her second weeks stay in the old
fashioned brown-stone boarding house,
she descended the dark, musty-smell-
ing halls, with the dim gas jets burning
to the dining room for luncheon.
Claire was not only dewy, fresh and
rosy, she had cultivated an air of dash
and she was wistful, but Of this latter
quality she was utterly unconscious.
When she entered the dining room she
found stranger at her table. New
York is overfilled with pretty girls, but
Gilbert Brown sat up when he looked
at Claire.
Claire looked him over completely
without, apparently, taking her eyes
from the cream pitcher in front OF
her. He was too big she decided. She
shrank from men so broad and with
such square chins. There was some
thing so delicate about her, she seemed
a little beyond Gilbert Brown, but he
started to talk anyway.
Luncheon finished. they went up the
stairs to a still gloomier room, known
as the library. After another half
hours acquaintance he felt free to in
quire, ''Haven't you anyone to look
after yOu7"
She answered with lifting laugh,
mo ones ever taken care of me. l
only have Aunt Annie, who was glad
I came to New York."
"Go back home, child" he warned
her; "you won't stand being banged
about here"
She gave the man long, specula-
tive glance. II haven't any home to 60
to-" she laughed lightly, dismissing the
subject forever. A thought flashed into
her golden head that here was chance
for adventure. She wanted to dance
and dine in the restaurants, and her
week in New York proved that she
probably never would, unless she went
alone. She astonished the man by tell.
ing him this. All her girlish desires
for experience beamed trustfully from
her brown eyes as she talked.
"'I'll take you to a show" he offered
eagerly. "First, we'll have dinner with
q cabaret, then a show after" he urged.
Still Claire hesitated. The opportuni-
ty 50 suddenly presented took her
breath away. His eyes were burning
into hers in an uncomfortable way. The
Temptation to seek adventure was too
strong to deny.
Upstairs in the tiniest hall bedroom
ever built into boarding house Claire
dressed for the evening, aglow with
the wonder Of the adventure on which
she was starting.
When she met Brown her eager
brown eyes looked directly into his.
Her tight grasp on his arm gave him
the feeling Of being a protector in a
deeper sense than ever before. She
carried her head high, animated with
the Joy Of living. She intoxicated
Brown.
The cheap dazzle Of Broadway
wearied him, but Claire laughed up at
him in childish excitement.
''Do you like this sort of thing7" he
questioned wonderingly.
II can't thank you enough for taking
me-" she chirped; "it's all more beau
tiful that I ever dreamed, much more
wonderful!'
She started for home willingly when
he suggested 1t.
"You must not come again." he eau
toned her; "other men will ask you"
"But want to come again." she pro.
tested.
Secretly Brown made up his mind
that in the morning he would look up
the first train to her homie town and
see that she took 1t, If he had to take
her to the station himself. Aloud he
said, you're the incest little girl !
ever saw!"
Claire placed her soft palm over
his mouth.
"You've told me every minute that
I'm pretty"
He caught her hand and held 1t. He
knew he should drop 1t, but she looked
at him with bright, happy eyes and
smiled. Browns heart always ruled his
head, and at the touch of her soft little
arm against his. he drew her close to
him. He covered her face with kisses.
81 want you with me always, sweet
one." he whispered in a trembling
voice, II don't want to let you 60" She
put her arms around him and kissed
him. Releasing her he drew his breath
in sharply. II shouldn't have talked
to you at all. You're too good for men
like me. Tomorrow-" he continued.
Smiling sweetly into his face Claire
interrupted. Tomorrow we'll go ad-
venturing again." Brown clenched her
hands in his strong grip.
II don't want to let you 60 out Of
my life, but"