Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-01-13
a DAUGHTER of TWO WORLDS
8tovv OF Neto York LDs
By LEROY SCOTT
A,thoY Of "No rs Washington Square," "May Reoun etc.

up to the curb, and out OF this stepped
hgure in q heavy motor coat.
| I'm taking YOU home tonight, Jen.
ME-" said the figure In low voice.
sim jackson ~ she breathcd.
II sent your car away and waited, |"
ne explained, Il wanted TO have a
fIe took her arm to assist her into
the machine. but she stood still and
gazed into his eyes.
Sweet little car" Slim remarked
PLEASANTLY as he guided the machine
away.
".Just the thing for tete- tete--
that's what I bought 1t for. a man
often wants to take pleasant lady out
when he doesn't want the long ears of
q chauffeur reaching out to scoop up
every word that's above whisper. It's
, mighty handy-and sure do love this
bit of junk"
They had turned into the park and
had swung southward, But ! thought
YOU were taking me home y exclaimed
Jennie.
'I am--only not directly. Jen. I
want you to, see how swell this little
car behaves"
Where are you going?" she de-
manded.
'Down to Washington Square," he
replied.
But at Washington Square he turned
the car eastward and began twisting
among the broken cross streets that lie
across Broadway to the east and south
Of the square. She caught the wrist of
one of the hands at the. wheel.
"Turn this car right back" she
breathed sharply.
II will--in a few minutes he
chuckled softly, with q low laugh:
cts been long time since YOU and
have visited our part OF America.
Let 8 have look at what the old place
IL like. It's all right, Jen--nobodr
down here would ever connect us up. the
Jennie Malone and the Slim Jackson
that used to be. with n smart little go.
cart like this and, anyhow. they d
never dream of us being down here; and
besides. il anybody really saw you
why. done up in fnrs as you are. nv
body would ever think of you except a.
nose and bunch of awfully swe''
clothes.
They shot through the edge OF
| Iennie's old country and on downtown
Presently Slim slowed his car till 1t
hardy moved. He nodded through the
window at his right.
Never did care much for that type
or nrcnlrpcturP-ulu NOus Jth -
She glanced out. Through the faintly
ilumined dusk she saw high wall
md above it rows of grated windows:
With n leap Of the heart she recognized
the place. 1t was the Tombs.
"Our good old pa, Harry Edwards
| is sure up against it." said Slim II
what sounded u voice of sober sympathy
And then, in tone of curiosity. his
ewes on her: That's always seemed
| funny case to me. Jcn--almost phony
Remember that | saw you and Efarr'
nm on the Grantham roof thnt night a.
about the time Harry is said to hav+
rroakcd AIurdock. Never have beer
lust able to figure out Just. how Harry
could be at two places so far apart a.
times that were 50 close together Cou'
yOn''
The overhead light in the car had not
r,cnn switched on but the tiny lamp'
ycr the clock and the mileage dial gave
Illumination for her to make out NJ
sacc. 1t was smiling with mockcry. Shc
was suddenly tense; breathlesslS shS
waited for him TO go on--she expcctc
thc worst. But his next words were II
themselves almost casual.
"Somctimes hard to know just how
to n'ay the cards. isn't 1t p
But desrite the casual tone, she was
sure that Slim guessed. or knew, some
thing of the truth of Harry's conncc,,
tion with the Murdock murder-and
guessed. or knew. something ot her
connection with IIarry's imprisonment
But how much did he know? And II he
/ knew, how would he use it?
She was so engrossed with thcsC,
questions that when the car stopped
.he aid not know for the first instant
where they we're. Then she AGAR
glanced out the window.
"Slim Jackson--the Pekin! y she
/ breathed.
"Yes," he said evenly. You remem-
Der l told you l was going to bring
For the moment her faculties were
naralyzed. Very coolly Slim drew ou
a kew. slipped it into slot in the steer
ing wheel and locked the car.
7'This is where we get out. Jen.'
But we'll be recognized she ex,,
claimed. "And-and there's father ~
mo, father isn't there. He
grinned at her, with just fash OF his
old time appreciation OF his own clever
ness, "Uncle George doesn't know it.
but Uncle George sent Black Jerry q
message to wait for him at the Asto,
Hotel grill between 6 and 80. Jerry
has lust about now reached the Astoy
Hotel. It's lucky people are used tc
seeing all kinds of cars waiting in front
of Jerry's joint-so this won't attract
any attention. Wen have your ole
home all to ourselves. Come on, my
dear !"
CONTINUED TOMORROW