The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1922-08-04
CHAPTER lV-Continued.

an ce'tainIy do that. Miss Whit
ford"
Then We'll look for you Thursday
afternoon, say" .
an be here"
''If the police don't get you"
''They won't" he promised serenely
"When you're ready, Bee" suggested
Bromtield in a bored voice.
She nodded casually and walked out
of the room like young Diana,
straight as a dart In her trim slender
ness.
Clay slipped out of the house by
the back way.
From the top of bus Clay Lindsay
looked down IA canyon which angled
across the great city like river of
light. He had come from one land of
gOrges to another. In the walls of this
one, thousands and tens of thousands
of cliff-dwellers hid themselves during
the day like animals of some queer
breed and poured out into the canyon
at sunset.
Now the river In its bed was alive
with a throbbing tide. Cross-currents
of humanity flowed into 1t from side
streets and ebbed out Of 1t into others.
Streams Of people were swept down,
caught here and there in swirling ed
dies. Taxis, private motors, and troll
ley cars struggled In the raceway.
Ali this Clay saw I'm a flash while
his bus crossed Broadway on it's way
sto the Avenue. His eyes had become
accustomed to this brilliance In the
;weeks that had passed since his
descent upon New York, but familiar
fly had not yet dulled the wonder
of 1t.
He had become fast friend of Miss
.Whttford. Together they had tramped
through Central park and motored up
the Hudson I'm one of her fathers cars.
They had explored each others minds
along with the country and each had
. known the surprise and delight of dis
coveries, of finding In the other a
quality of freshness and candor.
The bus jerked down Fifth avenue
like boat In heavy seas, pausing here
and there at the curb to take on a
passenger. While 1t was getting under
way after one such stop, another
downtown bus rolled past.
Clay came to sudden alert atten-
ton. His eyes focused on a girl sit
ting on a back seat. In the pretty
childish face he read a wistful help
lessness, pathetic hint of misery that
called for sympathy.
Arizona takes short cuts to its ends.
Clay rose instantly, put his foot on the
Of the bus rolling parallel with the one
he was on. In another second he had
dropped Into the seat beside the girl.
Glad to meet you again, Miss Kitty"
he said cheerfully. "How the big
town been using you"
The girl looked at him with a little
gasp Of surprise. "Mr. Lindsay!" Sud
den tears filmed her eyes. She forgot
that she had left him with the promise
never again to speak to him. She was
In far country. and he was friend
from home.
The conductor hustled down the
aisle. "Say, where do you get this
mOVie-s;ufff You can't jump from the
top Of one bus to another That amt
the system of transfers we use in this
town. You might "a got killed."
"Oh, well, let's not worry about that
ROW."
I'D ought to have you pulled
Three years I've been on this RIM
and"
Mice run. Wages good?"
Don't get gay. young fellow. can
tell you one thing. You've got to paw
another fare"
Clay paid it.
The conductor retired to his post
'What about that movie lob? Ia n
pannin' out pay gold?' Lindsay asked
Kitty.
Bit by bit her story came out. II
was common enough one. She hal
been flim-flammed out of her money
by the alleged school, of moving-picture
actors, and tie sharpers had decar,,ed
with it.
AS she looked at her recovered
friend. Kitty gradually realized an ont
ward transformation in his appear
ance. He was dressed auietI, in
clothes of perfect fit made for him by
Colin Whitford's tailor. From shoes
TO hat he was New Yorker go, up
regardless of expense. But he warm
smile, the strong. tanned face. the grip
ct the big brown hand that buried her
small one-all these were from her
own West. So too had been the non
tim'ance with which he had stepped
from the rail OF one moving bus to
ti,ai of the other. just as though