The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-05-30
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this well-satisfied young man, and on
that occasion fifty-dollar bill had
passed from one to the other. The
New Yorker evidently did not know
him.
It became apparent at once that
Bromtield had called to 60 riding In
the park with Miss Whitford. That
young woman came up to say good-by
to her new acquaintance.
"Will you be here when get back?"
mot If our friends outside give me
q chance for a getaway" he told her.
Her bright, unflinching eyes looked
into his. you'll come again and let
US know how you escaped" she in
yited.
I'LL ce'tainly do that, Miss Whit
ford"
.''Tken we'll look for you Thursday
afternoon, say"
TN he here"
III the police don't get you"
''They won't" he promised serenely.
''When you're ready, Bee suggested
Bromtield in n 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 Il 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-dweilers 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 it 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 flash while
his bus crossed Broadway on its way
to the Avenue. His eyes had become
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 a fast friend of Miss
Whitford. Together they had tramped
through Central park and mOtOred up
tie 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 n
quality of freshness and canGor.
The bus jerked down Fifth avenue
like boat in heavy seas, pausing here
and there ut 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 sudden alert atten-
ton. His eyes focused on girl sit
ting ON back seat. In the pretty
childish face he read wistful help
lessness, a pathetic hint Of misery that
called for sympathy.
Arizona takes short cuts to its 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 your #4l &
The girl looked at him with 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 thu
aisle. "Say, where do you get thi'
movie-stuff? You can't jump from th'
top of one bus to another. That aim
the system of transfers we use in thi!
rown. You might "a got killed"
."Oh, well, let's not worry about tina
now .z9ss,,s 49,. -.
Iii. I'D ought to have you pulled
Three years I've been on this rw