Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-06-13
TIE CRACK IN THE BELL"
~ STORY OF POLITICS IN PHILADELPHIA
. /. BY PETER CLARK ' ' .
copyrioht. 1918, bD PubHc Ledger Co.
p XVIII Continued

And this man loved her, He watched
y9r her, day by day. and-was still
4. Il what Ruth Buckingham told
Ek&F was true. and she believed in Ruth
Implicitly as in Hester-he would
51.9w tonight when he got his report
{xE0m the man who was her daytime
shadow that she had gone to work here
she was a cash-girl in the necktie
fNepArtment. perhaps would even know
{tnat she had carried his change for him.
= What a start that would give him [.
sf1ylvy smiled at the thought, her eyes
3<uttll clinging TO the figure of the man
fqe he strobe away.
y The girl had never realized that men
Acpp1d be beautiful until now yet nobody
53olee had ever called Victor handsome
6>4yen. Striking, impressive, challenging,
<9oeee were adjectives applied to him
{eommonly; but beautiful? This In itself
ifW1o an indication that something was
f3sGinning to bias Sylvy's Judgment of
.241e lawyer, something besides that great
kfeeling of gratitude which welled up In
iAsr IKE s.s a tide
The word broke in like ~reveilie on the
S14feams of a soldier, and Sylvy scurried
go to answer. but with her thoughts
Sefill upon Victor He loved her. He
t10ved her 1t was all strange wonderful,
'nysterious, impossible. 1t did not occur
ito the girl that she might reciprocate
this love, or that there was anything
lin this attachment but the sublimity OF
|.4A0 uoptlcSSutSs. L ltNDI nat bttl ii
view. her heart would have been dancing
iU3kh ecstatic delight but he was not.
fSuch love and such a man. inspired her
with awe and wonder, but left her with
eense of being rebuked and humbled
by that age-grown wall of race-prejudice
= and religion that lay between them,
wherefore she thought of Victor rev
ferently. but not longingly or hopefully.
There was one interesting week and
ithep. another for Sylvy in Levy's big
{otore, with nothing startling to note eX-
fcept. that a man who had worked out
Z the cigarette factory as a packer or
stock clerk or something was here now
las a 1oor-walker in the mems furnish
ling department. Sylvy had used for
tmerly rather to distrust this man, especi-
ially when she left the tobacco factory
: n went to the button factory, and
There in two or three days was he. a
button -stock clerk instead of a tobacco
letock clerk. But now. after what Ruth
had told her, and he had appeared here,
fohe recognized him instantly, and re-
t0Arded him favorably. He was her
guardian angel. She wanted to nod to
him and smile but he never saw her
not now anymore than when in the
Il cigarette or the button factory. Never
: theless his presence there was a living
assurance that this happier. more hope
ful world into which she had moved was
real and not a dream from which at any
moment some rude. shaking hand might
rouse her. Yet into the tranquility OF
these days one somber shadow OBJ
truded. 1t was the fear inspired by
memory of her ather's nightmare talk
of wholesale murder and city-wide de-
eruction. of cutters of blood and skies
red with fire. which had ratified from
his excited tongue the night the doctor
came first to Isadore.
There was time now to think of it.
Doubted on second thought as a mere
vaporous hallucination. it had now set
tied firmly into her consciousness as a
real project of the wild men represented
BY Levene. Was 1t going on now, as
her father had supposed? Levene had