The herald., 1922-07-27


Dorothy Martin reused herself from
her book sufficiently to put her hand
into her coat pocket. But-her purse
wasn't there! She reached into the
pocket on the other side. Then she
looked up at the conductor in dismay,
grim, sour-lOOking old man who
looked as if he would make allowances
for no one.
But I'm sure my purse was In my
: pocket when l boarded the train. 1t
! must be here"
While he waited she searched fran .
tically on the seat, under the seat, in /
her travelling bag. in her hat box.
Then, flushed and GREATNESS, she
looked up. I'm sorry-I can give you
check. And here's my personal
card"
Sorry. We don't take no checks,
miss"
what can i dor
you'll have to get off at the next
stop-St. Michael-a hundred miles
further on. And I'll have to ask you
to go into the coach"
It was a flushed and indignant
young woman who gathered up her
baggage and followed the conductor
into the hot stuffy coach.
About midday she found herself on
the station platform, her patent leath-
er luggage beside her.
Porter, missT
But she had no money with which
60 In nnph IN
his disgust, she struggled into the
ticket office, up to the window, and
asked for a telegraph blank.
Lost purse Telegraph one hun
dred to me at st. Michael. Dorothy"
Eyes, 1t can go collect. Wait q min
ute"
To the establishment Of the waiting
clerk. she tore the telegram into small
y pieces. I've changed my mind" And
g she strobe across the room to the
lunch counter.
c. as that job filledT pointing eager
D. ly to a sign, waitress Wanted" be-
lore the cashiers window.
D. The woman looked up, took In at a
IN single glance every detail in the ap-
o pearance of the slim, aristocratic-look-
al ing girl standing before her. Nom.
: II amt"
II want it."
Joe, joe" called the woman In q
high, nasal voice. This gal wants
r yer job. She don't look like much, but
Il mebbe she'll be bettern nothing"
l. Before Dorothy was aware Of what
s had happened, she was behind the
e counter. serving the hungry hordes
e, who had ridden with her to st. MI
g chael and who were clamoring deafen-
s. ingly for eggs, sandwiches. custard pie
and coffee as II they hadn't consumed
basketfuls of food In the preceding
three hours.
"a st. Michael was an ugly, sprawlinl
10 settlement of about twenty frame
y. houses-dirty, weather-beaten. desc
IS late.
3 One week rolled by, two. In two
a more weeks Dorothy would have savet
u enough to get home.
IL She had just lifted a huge, steamint
T. kettle of soup to the table in her cor
ner of the counter when the Burling
ton train roared in. Hardly had 1T
brakes brought Ii to standstill wheI
a throng Of men burst through tn
doors. The women and children al
} ways struggled In and tried to pusl
through the men three-deep at tn
| counter. AS she reached for cup,
familiar voice rang out, Dorothy"
tall young man was pushing towar
the counter.
81 think you are mistaken, sir"
Dorothy"
| "Move on there, young fellow. 70
can't be annoying my girls. Move on.
But"
Move on. didn't tell your" 1t wa
Joe, and he was advancing threaten
ingly upon the young man.
"Oh. Dick"-then her voice brok
mo, no, Joe; he knows me; it's a
right. I'm to blame"
Before she knew how II ali hal
pened Dorothy was in Dicks arm
|, sobbing ftfully.
But why did you do 1t, deal
Haven't you seen the papers? We,
been nearly frantic"
81 almost telegraphed dad. / WI
prepared for even his I told you 81
And then l saw the sign. 'Waitre
Wanted and / thought 1t would be
lark to earn my own way home. II
been hard. Dickie, but"
!. The limited carried an extra passe
ger when 1t left st. Michael. The Pu
man folk were rather curious al
amused at the solicitude with wifi
an MISUNDERSTANDING young m
peeled eggs and unwrapped san
1913 witches for an equally aristocrat
de- looking but ravenously hungry yoh
tied woman.
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