The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-06-01


Twas not very polite of him. but that is
what he said. Hove you ever been down
| to Brooklyn Bridge at this hour in The
| afternoon? What does your family mean
to let you go about without a GUARDIAN
! Goodbye" said L Come down ana
spend the weekend with us. sometime. "
/ But he just picked up my bags and strobe
| along beside me. till got to the sub
+. way. And then he said, shortly IF
You were my daughter I'd put you in a
; convent" And 1 replied: My. your
temper is worse than Dads"
And about that time, was caught up,
/ bags and all, and swept down one flight
OF steps and up another, into a raging
pandemonium.
| When I first came to New York and
began to go about the subway, felt
just as suppose Daniel did in the lions
den. But you get used even to the sub
way, after a while. And If you can't
talk, IL gives you good chance to study
human nature and get new types for
sketches-for may as well acknowledge
that met the young cartoonist in bust
/ ness hours. For Penny has proven a
lucky penny for me, and have sold some
pictures to the newspaper she works on
/ But that is another story, a la Mr..
Kipling.
| had decided when got to Brooklyn
Bridge, 1 would go and ask some person
I in authority to give me directions about
Z
nave you ever been in New York on New
| Years eve, Patty? Or do you remember
! the noises of the old Mardi Gras days:
Well. the noises of Palafox street at car
nivai times, compared to the noises
| OF the Brooklyn Bridge terminal of the
B. r. T., are as moonlight unto sun
| light or as water unto wine," to quote
the poets.
| 1t certainly is heady, Patty. And you
get swept off your feet. There was a
girl selling tickets. And / tried to tell
her my troubles but the people back of
me kept pushing, and one man began to
yell-"Get out of the way! You are hold
/ ing UP the whole liner 1 glanced over
my shoulder at a struggling mass of
people, all seemingly bent on my annihi-
iation, and stepped back, with the two
suit cases and the picture of my cousins
rose-covered cottage clutched in my
hand.
do you know where Vine street, Long
Island, is?" asked man. He had a
kind face, but he said, in a strange
tongue: What is the big idea? Voiae
street2" and pushed past.
! saw a man in boxlike office and as
he had on uniform. 1 felt that no doubt
; he would help me- so l waved the picture
turned upside down, with care, with the
address written on the back. plain as
pike staff, ITO Vine street, Glenn Morris,
Long Island. New York.
! The Itln yelled at me, and waved his
orms, but his voice was lost in the ter
rIble thunder OF the trains. and the
shouts of the mob-I wondered what It
vas ali about, and where in the world ehe
people were all going. He frantically
waved his arms, and following his pan %
end OF another line of struggling hui
] manity. When at last / reached the
wicket. I thrust in the picture still with
the address plainly written. and the girl.
without more ado, thrust out my ticket.
tmpatiently demanding my money, while
the mob apparently clamored for my be-
heading.
Solely ensconced on the train, my
spirits rose. girl in the same seat
with me, and who had been standing just
behind me, said, curiously: Where are
, you going?" And explained that 1 was
on my way to Vine street, Glenn Morris.
Long Island.
I've been going up and down this line
a long time. said the girl, but that is
a new one to me-
But was quite cock-sure by this time.
and assured her that 1 knew what was
about. You ride to the end of the line.
and then you get off" said I, "and the
house is on Vine street" 1t all sounded
quite simple. to me-
/ Apparently it also sounded very simple
to the girl As she got off she was still
saying: i've Travelled on this line a
| long time" etc. etc. etc.
AS approached the end of the line 1
looked out eagerly for the real estate sign
of Hooke and Crooks. But, Patty. marry
a sign did I see.
| There was a big policeman standing On
/ the sidewalk, whom had spied as non
chaiant1y made my way down the long
flight of steps from the elevated platform.
lis this Glenn Morris2' was my pleas
ant greeting. And his. not quite SO
Pleasant. was: mo this is Jamaica sta
tion-Where do you go from here?"
When / had walked short distance
met a woman and man. The man was
pushing baby carriage. From habit,
more than anything else. I said: Can
you tell me the way to Vine street?"
surely" said they. You go down
three blocks and turn to your left, and
there you are at Vine street"
The policeman on the corner said 20
| UP three blocks and turn to your RIGHT
and there you are at Vine street"
"Oh. well. If you want to start an ar
gument. said the man. And off they
walked But the woman turned around
and called over her shoulder: I'VE live
on Vine street. ourselves. We ought 10
KNOW
| That certainly sounded reasonable
( So / turned down three blocks. and to
| my left. and at last came to a cottage
where woman sat the porch. rock
ing, happy and comfortable. as If there
were no such problems in the world as
Ihardhearted parents and Elusive relatives.
who lived in sequestered. rose-covered
| cottages. difficult to find.
/ Can YOU tell me the way TO Vine
/ street" asked I.
i You are on Vine street, now" she
{ said. And went on rocking.
/! 1 felt my heart quail. or whatever il
does when you get a sort of Knockout
blow. Certainly, this was Vine street
IN name only.
1 looked up at the sumber Of the house.
And, Patty. that house was Number
Three. Maybe that has no significance
to you, but subtract three from one
thousand one hundred and seventy. and
see what YOU get
Il want to go to ITO Vine street."
said. mildly.