San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-01-21

a dogs life here. know a guy
Chicago that runs hotel, swell joi
l could get you on there at some k
of work or other
sob, l don't know" she said he
family. ""I'd like TO, but don't knt
I'll get along" And then with wi
full note in her voice: "Will you WI
to me sometimes from-oh, some
them places you're going to
Europe?"
"You bet will,- said Joe as he {
ished his packing. "You amt a
gal at all. Comm down to the tr,
with me?"
Il don't think So" Jenny 50
"There'll be such crowd that l mi
as well say good-by to you here"
Joe put his arms around her
kissed her heartily, casually. Sol
by, kid" he said. "Be goodi"
by Joe," she called after him h !
ply I'm just awful glade
Joe walked down the street toys
the station with his meager effects
a bundle under his arm, whistlj
softly, well pleased with the world.
well content was he that he conJ
seconded to nod to the acquaintany
that he met on the street occasional
who would have jeered at him third
before, and now responded to his sill
greeting over eagerly. Nearing III
bakers store, where he had clerked.
felt in his pocket for a cigarette. et
ped, and swore. He patted his yarid
pockets, glanced at the clock over
Farmers Bank building, turned
hurried back toward the Potter hof
He remembered leaving his cigare
case open on the bureau while he "
packing.
The front door Of the Potter bo,
was open. Joe rushed in and stopIi
IN the hall. He heard a woman al
ing in the parlor, crying with vi
abandon that frightened him. He n
toed softly to the door and looked
Jenny Potter lay face down on the sol
her body. conyulsed with grief.
crossed the room and laid hi, nal
on her shoulder. Say" he began.
The girl screamed and sat up. ii
eyes were red and swollen, and
thin face streaked with tears.
go way" she said angrily. 1WI|
are you doing back here? You W.
away once, didn't you? Why didn't Il
stay away? What did you come BID
for? Go way, oh, 20 way, and
me be, I tell you II hate you! 81
didn't have no business comm Id
when you left. You go way an lea
me be-"
WELL I'll be damned !" Joe 81
gently.
go 'way!" she commanded aneriI
Suddenly her wrath forsook her:
collapsed on the couch, shaking vi
sobs. "Oh, oh, what did you col
back for?" she wept. al didn't md
to cry. Please go way, please, please|
We'll, I'll be damned" Joe repeI
ed to himself and walked softly out
He went slowly down the street al
entered the postoffice. While he M
in there addressing a letter the trs|
to Chicago whistled in, stopped, staI
ed, and whiStled out again. Joe ord
ped the letter in the box, walked acr@
the street to the Farmers Bank,
Henry Stonington, the president, I'd
from his seat behind the desk in
corner with an air of alarm. .
all right" said Joe soothingIy.
sorry l shot off my mouth at you dor
at the station. l was mad for a m |
Ute"
"Oh, that's quits all right" q
Stonington, beaming At don't bla |
you a bit. Not at all. Won't you
DOWN."
NO." said Joe. .You said son
thing to me down at the station abo
loaning me some money to start a ri
tograph gallery?"
why, yes" said Stonington, 81
prised. II thought you were leavi
us. l thought you we're"
NO" said Joe, flushing, al was, b
1 amt. I'm going to get married al
settle down here. You know this al !
a bad little town. Not half bad"
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