The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1922-05-26
CHAPTER lv-continued.

I'll ce'tainly do that Miss Whit
ford"
"Then wen look for you Thursday
afternoon, say"
'I'll be here"
IF the police don't get you"
"Tbey won't" he promised serenely.
when you're ready, Bee" suggested
Bromfield in 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 1t from side
streets and ebbed out of 1t 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 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
fly had not yet dulled the wonder
of II.
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 country and each had
known the surprise and delight of dis
eoveries, of finding in the other a
quality OF freshness and candor.
The bus jerked down Fifth avenue
like a boat In heavy seas, pausing here
and there at the curb to take on a
While 1t was getting under
way after one such stop, another
downtown bus rolled PAST.
Clay came to sudden alert atten-
tion. His eyes focused on a girl sit
ting on back seat. In the pretty
childish face he read a wistful help
essness pathetic hint of misery that
jailed for sympathy.
Arizona takes short cuts to it's ends.
Clay rose instantly, put his foot on the
-aillng, and leaped across to the top
lie was on. In another second he had
lrcpped into the seat beside the girl. {
"Glad to meet you again, Miss Kitty" '
10 said cheerfully. How the big
own been using your I
The girl looked at him with a little |
asp Of surprise. "Mr. Lindsay" Sud &
EN- tears filmed her eyes. She forgot
hat she had left him with the promise a
ever again to speak to him. She was &
a a far country, and he was a friend d
rom home. Y
The conductor hustled down the n
Isle. Say. where do you get this :
iovie-stuf? You can't jump from the {
ID of one bus TO another. That amt y
ne system of transfers we use In this &
IGN. You might "a got killed" b
"Oh, well, let's not worry about that |.
ow" )
I'D ought TO have you pulled. p
hree years I've been Oh this run a
nd" h
mice run. Wages goodT
Don't get gay, young fellow. | can
II you one thing. You've got to pay Sc
lother fare" C
Clay paid II. In
The conductor retired TO his post r.
"What about that movie job? Is It in
lnnin' out pay gold?" Lindsay asked
Itty. M
Bit by bit her story came out. 1t 81
as a common enough one. She had st
EN- fiim-fammed out Of her money en-
the alleged school Of moving picture fe
TORS. and the sharpers had decamped ns
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