The Birmingham age-herald., 1919-06-12

The two of them hurried down the stairs for Holladay was all eagerness to reach
 the restaurant before the evening rush.
 It's a very busy place, you know. he said. "A girl named Molly runs it. and
 I guess is making more money now than
 she would ever have done painting pie
 lures. Her eyes went back on her. and so she started this restaurant She can see nickle, however, a mile and d half away. There's nothing out of focr5 with her cash register look. We'd better take a bus down the avenue.b
 Jane listened to him as he chatted along in his brezy fashion. In few minutes they mounted the twisting, cumbersome steps of a Fifth avenue bus and ere speeding down toward Washington square
 with a vantage place on the top of the
 big vehicle
 First time down this way?" asked Hol- laday
 .Yes." said Jane. I'm very. very green, you know. You will have to tell me all about it down here. I've heard lot of Greenwhich village, at least have read 1 about it in magazine stories. 1t is queer
 place, I suppose.
 ] Well, it's the best imitation of the Latin Quarter this side of the Atlantic
 ocean, answered Holladay. Everybody down there has mission of some sort
 By the way, what Is your line of work? Are you a writer or painter or what?
 Jane laughed easily.
 | "Tm an ex-country school teacher" she said, "and very recently ex Now, | l intend being a writer-on g typewriter machine, for l am just starting in as a
 stenographer downtown. Tomorrow will I be my first real day, and all I'll write about will be stocks and bonds and
 things like that Not very romantic, is 1 it?"
 Hol'aday chuckled.
 Well, perhaps youll be making more asoney in business week than | do in a month. You know. every once in while I sell a magazine story, but by 1 the time l get the check I owe it to the
 landlady. Then, about twice year the movie people buy one of my scenarios 1 that is, when they don't think it so won
 derful that they just copy it and return
 the original"
 1 Why, l thought you were poet. That's
 what the andlady said,' interrupted Jane in surprise.
 | Holladay smiled at her in a curious | way.
 1 "The landlady might be right if I had you for an inspiration every evening, Miss Brown" was his answer. with look which somehow or other brought the car mine to Jane's oval cheeks. Maybe | I'll start in on poetry before long" l As she dropped her eyes he changed his i tone to his customary badinage. But there, you see how unpoetical I ] am On such wonderful spring even l ing as this, with such a companion, I should be able to answer you in an inn provsed lyric if I were a poet. No, I'm 1 just the usual run of unsuccessful writ CT of unsuccessful things. I don't make much money at it either. But I do have a lot of fun out of the game. Look, see that man there, with the mop of | black hair and the portfolio?" i Jane followed his gesture, and espied , a figure striding down the avenue. She hooded.
 "That is Boldnsky, the Russian artist. 1 He does the widest pictures imaginable;
 he must paint them during nightmares. 1 But some people like them and he act
 ualy sells them for money He's prob ably on his way over to the Greenwich l Village tavern now. We'll meet him
 there, I suppose. We get off at the next corner"
 | ington arch, and as Jane took in her l first vista of quaint old Washington square her heart beat faster. The twi- | light was settling over the scene, and 1t looked every whit as picturesque as she had pictured 1t in her minds eye. On | the far side hurdy- -gurdy was playing. | while small Italian children danced be- 1 fore it. By the curb nearest them were drawn up several resplendent motor cars, with several stunniRgly dressed women ascending the steps of fine old colonial | mansion.
 "There you see the oddty of this dis | trict," said her guide Wealth and 1 fashion on the north side of Washington square and the kiddies of the poor danc- | ing joyously to the tune of grind organ | OF the south Isn't it bully?' | He looked down into her eyes. as he took her arm to aid her descent from | the top of the bus.
 This is the best evening I've had | in long while, she said, with a recur- renee of the expression which brought ' the unexpected blush to her cheeks q