The Dolores star., 1919-08-08

prurient innuehdo tina. the books were
published In their entirety without e1-
purgation. Vice has its hypocr1tcal
cant no less than religion.
One day, toward the end Of her FIRST
week, she was startled to find before
her a card bearing the legend duane,
Thomas" His address was given. and
the facts that he had bought the three
quarter morocco Balzac, the half
leather Fielding and Smollett, and the
levant Court Memoirs. He had not
yet taken the bait for the De Maupas-
SAINT.
Daphne pondered his card and his
taste. She was shaken from her PEN
sive mood by the sudden commotion
of all the women. All eyes had seen
the minute and the hour hands in con-
junction at XII. Names were left on
in the middle; pens fell from poised
hands.
Daphne found herself alone. She
was glad of the quiet and the solitude.
while 1t lasted-which was not long.
for Gerst came back unexpectedly
early,
His eye met Daphne's. He started
toward her, and then, seeing that she
glanced away, went on to his desk.
He stood there manifestly irresolute q
moment. He glanced at Daphne again,
at the fire escapes, at the empty room.
Then he went to the first Of the tables
and with labored cnrelessness inspect
ed the work of the absentee. He drift
ed along the aisle toward Daphne,
throwing her now and then IN inter-
rogative smile that filled her with
fierce anxiety.
She knew his reputation. She had
seen his vulgar scufiles with some of
the girls, had heard his odious words.
She was convinced that he was about
to pay her the horrible compliment of
his attention.
Her heart began to flutter with fear
and wrath. She felt that If he spoke
to her she would scream; If he put his
would kill him, with pair of scissors
or the knife with which she scraped
of blots. =. No, she must not kill
him. But she would have to strike
him on the mouth.
But that meant instant dismissal at
the very least. He might smash. his
fist into her face or her breast or
knock her to the floor with the back
of his hand. She had seen too much
Of life recently to cherish longer the
pretty myth that the poor are good to
the poor. She had seen how shabby
women Jared with street car conduct.
ors and subway guards. She had seen
her own prestige dwindle as her
clothes lost freshness.
But the violence Of Gerst's resent.
ment would be detail. The horror
was the mere thought Of his touch.
She rose quickly and tried to reach
the fire escape. That was the solu.
tion-to join the crowd.
But Gerst filled the aisle. She sidIed
past two tables into the next aisle. He
laughed and sidled across to the same
aisle. She tried to hasten by. He put
his arms out and snickered:
whats the rush. grille? Nobody
hollered 'Firer"
Let me pass, please" she mumbled,
"Wait ia minute. wait ia minute,
What d you say If 1 was to asst You
to go to show tanight, huh? What'd
you say?"
'Thank you. I have another ]
couldn't"
"S'mother eve. them Or to dance,
huhY
"Thank you, I'm afraid can't"
why not? Come on! Why notl
Amt got class enough for your"
"Oh yes, but Please, let me by,"
He stared at her, and his hands
twitched, and his lips. His eyes ran
over her face and her bosom as if she
were forbidden text. She was try.
Ing to remembey what Duane had told
her about the way to Quell man
With great difficulty and in all trepi
dation she parroted her old formula.
"Mr. Gerst, you don't have to fir
with me. don't expect 1t, and don't
like 1t, so please let me Co."
he stared ut her, trying to under.
stand her amazing foreign language
Then he shifted with amused unbelief
dropped his hands, and stood aside.
Daphne could hardly believe he1
eyes. The charm had worked the third
.ime! She darted forward to get away
Detore the spell was broken. As she
passed him-whether he suddenly
changed his mind or had only pretend.
ed to acquiesce-he enveloped her ir
his arms.
She almost swooned in the onset Of
fear and the suffocation of his EN-
brace. linen she fought him. striking
| scratching, writhing. He crowded
her against the nearest table and trieo
10 reach her lips across her left elbow
her outflung right hand struck
against an inkwell. recognized 1t as
weapon of sort, and. clutching It
swept 1t up and emptied 1t into his
face.