Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1922-04-28

hue with chuckles Of mirth.
Guaranteed not TO fade or shrink,
murmured Clay sadly.
He managed TO get the coat on with
difficulty. The sleeves reached Just ba.
low the elbows.
"You look like a lifer from Sing
Sing" pronounced Whitford joyouslr
"Get a haircut, and you won't haya
a chance on earth to fool the polices
"The color did run and fade somee
admitted Clay.
worth every cent of nine ninety.
eight at a bargain sale before the
Swede got busy with it-and he let
you have it at a sacrifice for ffty-Aye
dollars p The millionaire wept happy
tears as a climax of his rapture. BE
swallowed his cigar smoke and had to
be pounded on the back by his daugh.
ter.
Jenkins came to the door and an.
nounced 'Nr. Bromfield."
Almost on his heels a young man In
immaculate riding clothes sauntered
into the room. He had the assured
ease Of one who has the run of the
house. Miss Whitford introduced the
two young men and Bromfield looked
the westerner over with a suave in.
science in his dark, handsome eyes.
Clay recognized him Immediately.
He had shaken hands once before with
this w~ell-satisied young man, and on
that occasion a ifty-dollar bill had
passed from one to the other. The
New Yorker evidently did not know
him.
1t became apparent at once that
the park with Miss Whitford. That
young came up to say good-by
to her new acquaintance.
"Will you be here when I get backf'
mot if our friends outside give me
a chance for a getaway" he told her.
Her bright, u%nf1inching eyes looked
into his. you'll come again and let
as know how you escaped" she In
vited.
"Tll ~ce'tainly do that, Miss Whit
ford"
"Then we1l look for you Thursday
afternoon, say"
"Ill be here"
eff the police don't get you"
"They WON'T" he promised ~serenely.
when you're ready, Bee" suggested
Bromfield in a bored voice.
She nodded casually and walked out
of the oom like a 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 a bus Clay Lindsay
looked down a canyon which angled
across the great city like a 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 it's bed was alive
with a throbbing tide. CrOss-currelf1
Of humanity flowed into 1t from sidf
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
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 Mis-
Whitford. Together they had tramped
through Central park and motored up
the Hudson in one of her fathers carr
They had explored each others mind
along with the country and each had
known the surprise and delight of ds
coveries, Of finding in the other
quality Of freshness and candor.
The bus jerked down Fifth avenuf
like a boat in heavy seas, pausing her
and there at the curb to take on
passenger. While it was getting unds
way after one such stop, anOths
downtown bus rolled past.
Clay came to a sudden alert after
ton. His eyes focused on a girl sill
ting on a back seat. In the pretV
childish face he read a wistful help
~lessness, a pathetic hint of misery thS
called for sympathy.
Arizona takes short cuts to its ENDS
Clay rose instantly, put his foot on t7
railing, and leaped across to the 10
of the bus rolling parallel with the on
he was on. In another second he ha
dropped into the seat beside the gu
"Glad to meet you again, Miss KittE
he said ~cheerfully. "How the
town been using your
The girl looked at him with a lih
gasp of surprise. "Mr. Lindsay SUI
den tears filmed her eyes. She fOrg