Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-12-07

.ToRCHY WILL HELP YOU FIND
HIM. UNDERSTAND. TORCHYr
Anyway, she knew right where to
put her fingers on Joe Bruzinskis
card and shoots us back his mailin'
address by lunch time. It's Coffee
Creek, Pa.
what an absurd place to. live in"
says Waddy. "And how on earth can
we ever find it." s, a.f
-"Eh?" says I. "we?" ..
But I couldn't possibly get there by
myself" says Waddy. 1--WE never been
west of Philadelphia. Oh, yes, I've
travelled lot. abroad. but that's differ
ent. One hires a courier. Really, I
should be lost out Of New York. Be
sides, you know, Mr.. Robert said you
weres to-oh. there he Is now. say,
Bob, isn't Torchy to stay with me
until I find Bruzinski?"
Absolutely" says Mr.. Robert,
THROWN grin over his shoulder at
AhC % hC ohA0o Wy
Maybe he thinks that's life SEN
tence," says I. Chuck me that Path
finder from the case behind you, will
you? Now, let's see. Here we are,
page sa7-Coffee Creek, Pa. Inhabi-
ants. $500. Flag station on the Lack
awanna below Wilkesbarre. That's in
1.-THE Susquehanna valley. Must be a
coal town. Chicago limited wouldn't
stop there. But we can probably catch
q jitney or something from Wilkes
barre. just got time to make the 10,
too. Come on. Lunch on train" r.
expect Waddy amt been Jumped
around so rapid before in his whole
career. allows him only time enough
to lay in fresh supply Of cigarettes
on the way to the ferry and before he's
caught his breath we are sittin' In the
dinin' car zoomin' through the north
end Of New Jersey. I tried to get him
interested in the! scenery as we
pounded through the Poconos and gal
loped past the Water Gap. but it
couldn't be done. When he gets real
set on anything it seems Waddy has
a single track mind. o,. -.' 80:
ct trust he still has that ring" he
remarks. .. 49, s-,.-l.
''Thatll ride until we've found your
ex-top. sergeant" says I. What was
his line before he went in the Army
plumber. truck driver. or what?"
Waddy hadn't the least idea. Not
having been mixed up in industry
himself. he hadn't been curious. Now
that I mentioned 1t, he supposed Joe
had done something for living. Yes,
he was almost sure. He had noticed
and calloused. -,-
what would that indicator" asks
,Waddy.
Most anything" says I. from the
high cost of gloves to a strike Of
lady manicures. Don't strain your
intellect over it, though. If he's still
in Coffee Creek there shouldn't. be
much trouble findin' him."
Which was where took lot for
granted. When we piled off the ex-
press at Wilkes Barre charters a
,fiivver taxi. and after a half hours
drive with q speed maniac. who must
have thought he was pilotin' De
Haveland through the clouds were
landed in the middle of this forsaken.
one horse dump. !consistin' of a double
row of punk tenement blocks and
sprinklin' of near-beer joints that
was givin' their last gasp. l tried
out three prominent citizens before l
found one who sawed English.
Sure" says he. Joe Bruzinski?
He must be the mine boss by Judson's
yet. First right-hand turn you take
and keep on the hill up"
Until what?" says 1. ..,'
why. Judson's operation-the NINE"
says he Cant miss. Road ends at
Judson's."
Uh-huh. 1t did. High time. too. A
road like that never should be allowed
to start anywhere. But the flivver
negotiated 1t and by luck we found
the mine superintendent in the Of
hcs-a grizzled, chunky little Welsh
man with a pair of shrewd eyes. Yes,
he says, Bruzinski Is around some
where. He thinks he's down on c