Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-08-13


why. of counsel"
(which way do you go now?"
East Boston Tunnel
And you walk down there alone?'
said Vinton wonderingly. Thru all
this?" He swept his hand at the
dark potentialities of evil that seem
ed to menace the district. You walk
there often, alone?"
why shouldn't II" Her tone
showed thaAshe hardly understood
his questionW
you're not afraid?"
"Afrs,id Of Mhat?'
"oh, lots IT things. It's no kind of
place"
| She laughed again.
| That's just the peason ought to
be here" she asserted. III it were
good, l wouldn't be needed here,
\ ou!d II"
Ierc indeed was a woman differ
ent from any type he had ever
known! Puzzled, he walked with her
In silence, finding no word to say.
Trivialities,S he. realized would be
worse than absurd: and for the life
of him he could lay tongue to no an-
propriate abstraction.
Thus they reached Atlantic ave-
nue. and turned southwark, The dim
! wharfs, looming warehouses and
broad stretches of uneven cobble-
stones oppressed him with a sense of
desolation. From the harbor echoed
an occasional booming blur OF sound,
the whistle of some tug or freighter.
"A numbering truck or two creaked
past. Huddled figures of worltmen,
dim, silent. obscure, moved thru the
gloom. wherein the only bright spots
were the arc lights on their, tall
i poles and the windows of low grog
tshops. here and there. Dim alleys
gaped; black doorways seemed to
menace. Vinton utterly failed to I'M
derstand how the girl could feel se-
lcure in such a place. He spoke
again
beg pardon, Miss Alden, but--youi
interest me. Win you grant me one
favor?" ds 1eE
why, yes! What is it?" 7e7
"Will you lunch with me tomor-
row, and tell me more about your
work among the down and outers?"
She pondered a, moment in silence,
as they swung along at good pace
then she nodded assent.
| Yes" she finally answered, "I'll
go. on one condition. z
SO, on one condition."
| THAT you'll let me pay for my own
lunch"
Your owne Oh, all right! Allow
me to present my card"
He handed her the card. finely en-
grayed with Bradford Chandler VIM
ton" She slipped it into her little
mesh bag without comment and
without even glancing at it.
i Where shall / meet you?" asked
Vinton. half ashamed. He felt re-
pulsion att the fleeing thought that
perhaps she might mistake him for
Some, vulgar masher, but he would
not retreat
Come to the sail loft, little be-
fore noon," she answered.
THE sail loft?"
Yes Cordwain & NfcCutcheon's
on Commercial street. There's where
work. you lSnow-one of the places
where l work"
'one of the places? You mean
you've got more than one job--posi-
ton, that is?"
{. Why, YES
1 You don't say!' he exclaimed, as
tonished. How many?,1'
/ We'll, as q matter of fact, four.
! What makes you ask?"
/ -Four? You don't mean to say
Yes. / do. l have to, you see. the
way women's wages are now. Don't
come much before noon, because I'm
awfully busy at the loft"
| A"AIl right. I'll remember" he an
sWered with growing wonder.
Again he cast an oblique glance
at her, making note of her trim
alertness, the capable. poise of her
head. the self-reliant expression of
her face, half seen by the vague light
OF street lamp. And once more 81 :
lence fell between them-silencel this
time unbroken till they reached the
plaster and granite entrance Of the
| tunnel at the foot OF State street
| We'll. remarked Vinton, with a
rather lively consciousness ofapagret.
lis this where you leave me?" u ,Iw
Eyes" i Il,
"Mayn't won't you let me take
you home ?" ~
| No, I'd sooner not" Then, as she
saw him feeling in his, pocket for
money to slide thru the ticket win
dow, she shook her head in decisive
negation. please don't!" she forbade
| him.
| She opened her purse-he couldn't
help seeing that it was almost bare
and dropped a nickel on the stone
slab.
| Abashed, he lmurmured word or
two OF indistinct apology. Then, as
| she held out her gloved hand. he
! took It, smiled at her frank smile.
raised his hat, and watched her pass
thru the clicking turnstile.
/ Good night" she called back at
him.
Good night" he answered. all at
once realizing how sorry he was to
have her go.
I. Puzzled. he turned back, alone, to
the chill and mournful desolatton of
the street.
BY Jove!" he whispered. "Well-
by Jove!"
ITO be continued.)
y. G. OF |. HARD ON CHILDREN
ldo-
Four It Housandg ore Children Work.
ing in chicagosFhan Year Ago.
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