Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1922-08-04

ford"
''Then Wen look for you Thursday
afternoon, say"
"I'll 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 room 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 bus Clay Lindsay
looked down 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 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 a flash while
his bus crossed Broadway on it's 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 1t.
He had become fast friend Of Miss
whitford. Together they had tramped
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 a
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 q
passenger. While 1t was getting under
way after one such stop, another
downtown bus rolled past.
Clay came to q sudden alert atten-
ton. His eyes focused on a girl sit
ting on q back seat In the pretty
childish face he read a wistful help
lessness, a pathetic hint of misery that
BALLAD for svmDa1hy
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.
ssGAsd to meet you again, Miss Kitty"
he said cheerfully. "How the big
town been using your
The girl looked at him with a little
pasp 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 a far country, and he was friend
from home.
The conductor hustled down the
aisle, SAY, where uo yVu SCI sAiAS
moyie-stuff? You can't jump from the
.on of one bus to another. That amt
abe system of transfers we use in this
town. You might "a got killed"
"Oh, WE'LL let's not worry about that
New."
"rd ought to have you pulled.
Ynres years I've been on this run
and"
.Ntce run. Wages good?"
"eon'. get gay, young fellow. / can
al, YOU one thing. You've got to pay
another fare"
Clay paid IT.
The conductor retired to his post
.what about that movie job? Is It
rannin, out pay gold?" Lindsay asked
Kitty. :.
Rst by bit her story came out. 1t
as n common enough one. She had
heen flim-fammed out Of her money
Av the alleged school OF moving-picture
sc%orx. and the shArpers had decamped
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