The Washington herald., 1922-05-01
Cortirued from Yesterdov.

though he had known Jane forever
and the little scene of the clam
chowder had been years instead Of
Just one hour ago!
I'm glad you came" he smiled
boyishly, as he took her arm to
pass through the swinging cars.
I'm glad the waiter spilled the
SOUP Jane said recklessly.
The adventure was stirringi
'Tf it hadn't been that way 1
should have met you some other
way. rs been watching you," he
confessed honestly.
And why?"
"A gypsy girl wearing starched
collars"'
"a gypsy girI?" Jane laughed.
You wear starched collars!' he
repeated mockingly.
But you think 1 could be
gypsy" Jane smiled
You not only can-but you will
be-" he asserted boldly. you'll
trail with me- I'm a wild hiker."
And then they were silent for
while. Watching the mountains,
Jane was afraid to breathe.
Every time 1 come into New
York the mountains mock me-" he
said reminiscently.
DO you live new 1OThg
"As little as possible" he said
dryly. BY the way. which end of
,town do you inhabity'
Eighty -fftht" Jane sighed. She
Thought of the storm windows
again, and the winter blankets and
hated the thought of not being a
gypsy, of going back to a Kitchen
/ cite,
'Horribler' he said.
How dare you" Jane laughed.
ITS really a river view"'
"T live in Greenwich Village.
Less plumbing. but more person.
atty
II always think of garlic when I
hear Greenwich Village! l dined
once at the Chat Noir"'
The Black Cat. eh? Well, that's
the local color the people demand.
I'm in Washington News. / live in
a pink barn.
"A pink barn?"
You must come UP to tea" he
said cordially.
I'D love itr' she sighed. and then
saw her mother coming down the
aisle Jane jumped>up guiltily
with checks afiame.
''Pretend-pretend you didn't ex-
pect to meet me-" she begged.
my pink barn." he mocked Then
in a whisper, Whats the difference,
I'm going to have you ever after
hthis."
Goodbye" Jane sighed and hur-
ried back to meet her mother, who
hooked suspicious, but couldn't
prove anything.
Opposite her mother Jane sat
cry miserably in the horrid green
lush seat. thinking red thoughts
She decided never to wear
tarched collars again. She wished
nat she could live in a pink barn
Without much plumbing! She loved
Batik studioi
But she was going back to .
itchenette on the tenth floor, and
ID an office all in oak trim-sided
Nth filing cabinets! Hours, $3.50
fo $50!
What a life fo- a gypsy
The next morning Jane met the
toung man at breakfast. She real
sSd only then that she did not know
III namei
f'Fine morning." he said breezily.
SIsn't IT," Mrs. Richards coughed.
bane thought almost anybody could
81 pleasant watching the green hills
baking with sunshine. in the mist
"when we must leave the noun
tains / regret that New York is
80 near" the young man commented.
gazing out at the wonderful view
j that made eating breakfast seem a
sacrilege-
"Are We on timer" Jane asked
ike all stupid travellers who do not
know what else to talk about.
Half hour or so behind-but well
make it up." the waiter replied.
Watch the speed they II put on"
the young man said.
'I don't like II at all. Why aren't
they running according to schedule?
I think it's wrong to endanger our
lives to make up lost time" James
mother complained. q.
There Is seldom a wreck"
But Mrs. Richards continued to re-
view all the wrecks that had been
known in the history of railroad
ing Jane was sure the man was
bored. He left the diner before they
did.
Il hope to see you again" he
bowed pleasantly.
: He seems a gentleman" Mrs.
Richards observed.
Il think he Is a writer" Jane
suggested.
He looks like a gentleman, but
you can't tell! never approve OF
ktrangers."
When they got back to their car.
Jane took up a book, a daring novel
of divorce. The story was OF young
married couple who separated be-
cause the husband was too artistic
TO make money! Jane disliked the
character of the wife, but admitted
her cause. 1t would be hard to live
with a man who had no income and
made a family depend upon the doubt
ful sale of magazine stories TO meet
the butcher and grocer.
As Jane was perusing the chap
ter Of their domestic fasco, she be-
came conscious OF her Pullman Ro-
meo's approach.
Il wonder IL you care to look at
these magazines?" he proffered, hand
ing her mother an assortment of
the best monthlies.
"Thank you." Mrs. Richards ac-
knowledged.
Wont you sit DOWN. Jane. In
vfted.
He accepted easily. and soon they
ucrn discussing the story Jane had
been reading.
do you like IT, he asked. mark
ine her hold on the page.
i enjoy the way It is written.