Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-08-05

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Worth every cent of nine ninety
eight at a bargain sale before thu
Swede got busy with it-and he let
you have It at a sacrifice for fifty-hve
dollars!" The millionaire wept happy
tears as a climax OF his rapture. He
swallowed his cigar smoke and had
to be pounded on the back by his
daughter. 81
Jenkins came to the door and an
nounced mr.. Bromaeld."
Almost on his heels a young man
in immaculate riding cbothse saun-
tered into the room. He had tho A.
sured ~ Of one who has the run
of the h0ese. Mtss Whitford intro
duced the two young men, and Brom-
field looked the westerner over with
a nav inSolence in his dark, hand
rome eyes, +"
Clay recognized his Immediately.
He had shaken hands once before
with this well-fashioned young man.
and on that occasion a fifty-dollar bill
The New Yorker evidently did not
know him.
1t became apparent at once that
Bromfield had called to go riding in
the park with Miss Wh1tford. That
young woman came up to say good-by
to her new acquaintance.
VIII o be here when I get
UdCA. l
Not il our friends outside give me
a chance for a getaway he told her.
Her bright, unninching eyes looked
into his. You'll come again uapd let
US know how you escaped" she In
vited.
"IIl ce'tainly do that, Miss Whit
ford"
Then we'll look for you Thursday
afternoon, say"
I'm be here"
"If the police don't get you"
"They WON'T" he promised serenely.
when you're ready, Bee,'' suggest
ed Bromfield in a bored voice.
She nodded casually and walked
out of the DOE like a young Diana,
straight as a dart in her trim slen-
Clay slipped out Of the house by
the back way.
From the top of a bus Clay Lindsay
looked down a canyon which ang1ed
across the great city like a river of
light. He had come from land
of gorges to another. In the walls of
this one. thousands and tens of thou
during the day like animals of some
queer breed and poured on 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 ebbsd out Of it into 9TH
ers. Streams Of people were swept
ing adde's. Ta1is. private motors,
and trolley cars struggled in the race
way
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 hat had passed since his
itv 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 the Hudson in one of her
fathers cars. They had explored each
others minds along with the coun-
Try, and each had known the surprise
and delight of discoveries. Of finding
in the other a quality of freshness and
candor.
The bus jerked down Fifth avenue
like 4 boat in heavy seas pausing
here and there at the curb to take
under way after one such stop, an
other downtown bus rolled past.
Clay came to a 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, 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 t. the
top of the bus rolling parallel with
the n he vas on In another sec
ond 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 lit
tie gasp of surprise. "Mr. Lindsay"
Sudden tears filmed her Y 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-stuf? You can't jump from
the top of n bus to another. That
amt the system of transfers we use
in this town. You might "a got
killed.
"oh. we'll. let's not worry about
that now"
I'D ought to have you pulled.
and"
Nice run. Wages good?'
Don't get gay, young fellow. can
tell you M thing. You've got to pay
another fare"
Clay paid it.
The conductor retired to his post.
What about that movie job? Is
it pannin' gu pay gold" Lindsay
asked Kitty.
Bit by bit her story came out. 1t
was a common enough one. She had
been Unframed out Of her money
by the alleged school Of moving pic
tare actors, and the sharpers had de-
camped with it.
AS h looked al her recovered
friend, Kitty gradually. realized an
outward transformation in his APP
pearance. He vas dressed quietly in
clothes Of perfect At made for him by
Colin Whitford's tailor. From shoes
to hat he was a New Yorker got UP
REGARDLESS of expense. But the warm
OF h big brown hand that buried her
small one-all these were from her
wi west. 80 too had been the non
|~chalance with which he had stepped
from the rail of one moving bus to
that Of the other, just as though
this were his usual method of trans-
fer.
tive got a Job at last" she explain
ed to him Pm working downtown
in Greenwich Village, selling cigar
cites. I'm sylvia the Cigarette Girl.
At least that's what they call me. I
carry a tray OF them evenings into
| the cafe"
Greenwich yillage?" asked Clay.
Kitty wass not able to explaih that
the Village Is q state OF mind which
10 the habitat Of lonE-haired mel and
sh0rt-haired women. the brains OF
whom functfOned In a WY totally
alien TO all here methods OF Thought
Cant you come down.tonight to The
Purple, Pup or The Sea Siren ana Sc
for yoursef7.. she proposed ana raVe