Evening star., 1923-01-07

that out.
How far up is this Chenwick place
that we're goin' to, Miss Dodge?" she
asks.
"oh. a little over two hundred
miles" says ].
"Geer' says she. That's an awful
long ways from the Bronx, amt it?''
well, it's quite a bit this side OF
the north POLE" says I. ~Haye some
candy?"
No, she didn't care for candy. Nor
she didn't want to read any OF the
magazines I'd brought along. She
sa& stiff and awkward in the Pullman
chair and stared out at high-tension
pillars fiitting by, as IL she was a
little scared to think how fast she
was being whirled away from New
York.
SgN IALBE / was a simp to chuck
1f1 that job" says she. IT bet old
Stukey was wild when didn't show
up this mornin'. They'll have TO put a
green girl on beads today. somebody
that don't know the stock or any
thing"
1T would be too bad if they should
have to close the store on that ac-
count. wouldn't it," says I. "And
| they'll miss the satisfaction Of firing
you after the Christmas rush is over"
That's so,'' says she. II wonder
what Tony'lI think If he comes round
Sunday to see If Til go with him TO
; that Tuesday night dance and finds
me gomez
"Tony's the one you quit forever at
the last dance, isn't her asked.
"Ye-e-e-s," admits Gladys But
he's a swell fox-trotter and a free
spender. / expect I shouIda left some
word for him, goin' so far or this
way. Where are we at nowr'
"Edging up into Connecticut" says
H.
"Gee," says Gladys, gazing out at a
patch OF Long Island sound as awed
as If it was the Red sea or Baffins
bay. First time ever was out OF
New York state, too!'
Now you know how Columbus felt,
eh?" I suggests.
II bet he hadn't sold beads every
day for a month before he left his
happy home" says Gladys. II guess
I'm still tired. And I>was so excited
last night about gettin' away 1 didn't
sleep much. Ho-hum!"
well, take 1t easy" / advised her
! Swing your chair around and curl
up as comfy as you can. The con-
ductor and I will see to running the
/ train"
So far most OF the trip she dozed
a limp little figure slumped agains,
the chair cushions, her long lashes
! dropping over her pink and white
cheeks and her vividly red hair strag-
Cling every which way. Even her
slim fingers, with the overmanicured
nails. had a tired droop to them.
Poor kid" l thought She's done
| more than her share toward making
Christmas a happy time for other
folks. Ten hours a day behind a
counter waiting on fussy shoppers!
There's some fun coming to her, and
I mean to see that she gets it,
THE air was crisp and nippy when
i we changed at Springfield, and
Gladys, in her thin blue serge and
cobweb stockings, shivered as we
dashed down the platform.
Got some heavier clothes in your
suit case, haven't you?" ] asked.
NO" says she. "Only my black
velvet evening dress with the slit
sleeves"
'.rhat'Il be great help on the
farm" says L.
AS we finally rolled into New
Hampshire and got glimpses of snow
buried fields and drift-choked roads
and the frost patterns began to form
on the car window panes, Gladys
grew uneasy.
Say, we can't be so far from the
north pole, at that" says she. II just
know I'm gonna be trapped the min
ute 1 leave this car"
IT expect well both have to do q
little Quitting before we take thai
| ten-mile drive to the farm" says L
| And 1 hope Dunk had sense enough
to put plenty of robes in the sleigh"
Sleigh gasped Gladys. 'You
| don't mean were gonna sleigh-ride
all that ways, do you?"
Take a look out at the roads
says /. do you think taxi could
plow through those?'
| "Good night" says Gladys.
had wired Sairy Jewett to have
] Dunk meet US at the afternoon train
in Keene, but really hadn't expected
anything quite so wintry as this
When we did pull in. just about dusk
one breath of that dry, cold air was
enough to convince me that this ex-
| cursion of ours was going to enc
frigidly and fatally. Br-r-r-ri but Il
was nippy. And snow everywhere
1t crunched under our thin shoes al
we walked down the platform.
Sure enough, though, Dunk was or
hand with the old white horse hitchet
| into "a double-seated cutter sleigh
| that 1 remembered as one of the bar
gains Uncle Nels had picked up at 8
farm auction. last August. Also
cuddled under plaid horse blankeI
beside Dunk, was the husky Millie
her full cheeks as blooming as Q
Baldwin apple
! 'Hullo, Miss DodEe.- says Dunk