The Holbrook news., 1922-07-07
CHAPTER IN-Continued.

CHAPTER W-continued.
 'I'll ce'tainly do that, Miss Whit ford"
 "Then we'll look for you Thursday afternoon. say"
 "I'll be here."
 If the police don't get you"
 "They v'on't," he promised serenely.
 "When you're ready. Bee" suggested Bromfield in bored voice.
 She nodded casually and walked out of the room. like young Diana, straight as 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 a 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 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 It 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.
 All this Clay saw in a flash while his bus crossed Broadway on its way accustomed to this brilliance in the weeks that had passed since his descent upon New York. but familiar ity had not yet dulled the wonder of it.
 He had become fast friend of Miss through Central park and mOtored up the Hudson in 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 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 it was getting under way after one such stop, another downtown bus rolled past.
 Clay came to a 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, a pathetic hint of misery that called for sympathy.
 Arizona takes short cuts to it's ends. Clay rose instantly, put his foot on the railing. and leaped across to the top 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. "Nlr 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 a far country. and he was a friend from home.
 The conductor hustled down the aisle. Say, where do you get this movie-stuffi You cant jump from the top of one bus to another That ain't the system of transfers we use in this town. You might "a got killed"
 "Oh, we'll, let's not worry about that now."
 "Td ought to have you pulled Three years I've been on this run and"
 Nice run. Wages good?"
 Don't get gay, young fellow. I can tell you one thing. You've got to pay another fare"
 Clay paid 1t.
 The conductor retired to his post
 "What about that movie job? Is if pannin' out pay gold?" Lindsay asked Kitty.
 Bit by hit her story came out. If was a common enough one. She hal been fiim-fiammed out of her money by the alleged school of moving-picture actors. and tke sharpers had decar.1ed with it.
 As she looked at her recovered friend, Kitty gradually realized an out ward transformation in his appear- ance. He was dressed quietl, in clothes of perfect fit made for him by Colin Whitford's tailor. From shoes to hat he was New Yorker got up regardless of expense. But he warm smile, the strong. tanned face, the grin of the big brown hand that buried her small One-all these were from her own West. So too had been the non- chSance with which he had stepped fro7 the rail of ore moving bus to