The Press., 1920-11-04

he had sprung forward and swung the girl safely from under the very wheels of the truck.
 "CraZy drunk" he growled. Grady you got his number? Good. Watch the crossing" His relief had come on, My! You're all trembly." He look ed down at Rosetta May, who was half laughing. half crying. "Where do you live? Then I am going to go with you up to your car"
 Rosetta May really felt very faint and very glad of his steady hand at her arm. But the next night and the next and many an evening thereafter, Terrence Mulvane waited after relief and walked that single block with Rosetta. May.
 Presently he learned that her father was from County Limerick and from there had come the sparkling flow of words that kept him fascinated; and her mother from sunny Messina had given her the marvellous hair and eyes that drove him to distraction.
 Rosetta May had studied mathe matics at Central High and then as secretary to the chief engineer of the Marvin Construction company she had added practically to that knowledge
 Ut comes pretty slow for me-" Ter renee confided. You see had to stop school two years this side of algebra"
 "Id love to help you. wonder if I could?" So 1t came about that Ter renee took his books often out to Ro- the sandy one were bowed close to- gether under the soft evening lamp.
 Then Mrs. Pitcher, joy of the Sun day editor and bane of traffic officers existence, motored into Terrence Null vane's life. She motored in, in a great lilac-hued car, disregarding all rules of love and the regulations laid down by the common council. At first it was: "Oh, MT. Mulvane, I thought you meant for me to go through" And then 1t was nod and little wave of the hand, and Mrs. Pitcher began to cut corners and drive through at will. - The change from behind packing machine in Pitchers Cigar Factory to an upholstered seat behind fifty horse power of luxurious speed had been, in Mrs. Pitcher, more apparent than real. The brazen beauty that had hypno- tized old Pitcher in his doddering age now turned its full powers against the frailty of youth.
 The eyes of love are sharp. And Rosetta May could look down upon Catastrophe Corner.
 Mir. Fenton signed a letter. Don't often do this without seeing for my self Remember young lady, I'll hold yon responsible. hope he has the right stuff in him. Friend, did you sayT
 The girl aSsented
 Rosetta May went and looked ont on the street to hide her confusion. But what she saw on Catastrophe Corner made her clench the letter tight in a convulsive fist.
 Mrs. Pitcher was at 1t again. Ter renee had just been relieved and the woman's car was drawn up to the curb ing. Even at the distance the girl caught the look in the Pitcher woman's eyes-a look of pleading cajolery. Ter renee was hesitating-holding back. but, sick within her, she saw that he was yielding. Yes, he got into Mrs. Pitchers car and they drove away.
 Eight o'clock and he had not come Tonight of all nights-not coming. In her own room the hot tears sprang out. hot to the eyes but cooling to the heart.
 Then 1t was his laugh, clear and boy. ish. in the downstairs hall.
 The red eyes and the timid reserve did not escape him as she came slowly down to meet him.
 "Why, my little signorina- colleen, what in the world?"
 You were so late. I thought you were not coming"