The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1924-12-21

SAID regretfully, but II you must have the
money, guess l can let you have it at six
per cent"
CHAPTER III-The Yellow Slip.
TOUR days later Amelie was in New York
Il She stood on the corner of Broadway
and Thirty fourth street and looked in
first one direction and then the other. She
TOOK from her purse strip of paper, upon
which an address had been written, and,
after reading it again, she walked a few
steps down the street and scanned the num-
bers on the buildings. She wound her way
through the crowd that was hurrying in
every direction, and sought the big police
man standing in the middle of the street,
from whom she received kindly directions to
a certain office building.
In marbIe-lined hall which led to a row
of elevators she again hesitated, and drew
back against the wall while the elevator was
rapidly being filled. "Gong up! The voice
of the elevator man was high pitched and
sharp, and she felt that his announcement
was aimed directly at her, SO she dashed
nervously toward the door, just as it was
being closed. Displeasure and Impotence
was registered on the face of the uniformed
manipulation of the door.
Step back, please" he said in the same
shrill tones to the passengers, who muir
INJURED their displeasure because they were
already damned against each other, and
ment. Then someone stepped out of the
crowded car, lifted his hat, and indicated to
her that she was expected to enter and to
occupy the limited space in which he had
stood. This she did mechanically, and she
felt then and she felt forever afterwards
grateful for the act itself, and for the kind,
understanding look in the quiet gray eyes
that met hers just for fleeing moment.
On the tenth floor of the big building
there were other marble-lined halls, and the
numbers on the doors perplexed and dis
couraged her. Her heart was palpitatng
provokingly as she stood before the door,
and she had to wait little to quiet her
excitement somewhat before she gave a
gentle knock. Soon the door opened, and a
young man, with face as cold as the
frosted door with its stiff black letters, in
vited her to enter.
Whom do you wish to see?" he inquired
briefly.
''Mr. Lawrence" she replied.
Fill this cut" he said mechanically,
handing her a slip OF yellow paper with
some questions printed on it and dotted lines
left blank for answers.
"Whom do you wish to see?" was the first
question, and she wrote in her small, old
fashioned hand, "Mr. Lawrence"
Concerning" and then there were the
dotted lines again and a question mark and
she hestated. Just what should she write?
But there was the cold-faced young man
waiting for her, and something must be done
Immediately, and so she wrote, "Record
No. 49,"
There were several dotted lines after the
word Remarks" She could not think of a
single remark she wished to make to Mr..
Lawrence, and so she left those lines in all
their virginia. darkness, and wrote her name
and then "Merryville, Kentucky" and
handed the finished product to. the young
man.
He turned to row of buttons on the wall
and pressed one of them twice, glancing
carelessly as he did so at the yellow slip.
The GOODNESS Immediately left his face, and
he looked at Amelie quickly and then back
again at the yellow slip. He was really
almost smiling, and evidently somewhat agi-
tated when a young woman with a very
pretty face came in. The cold-faced young
man gave the pretty-faced girl punch in
the arm as he handed her the yellow slip,
and they looked at each other in unfeigned
surprise. Then the girl looked at Amelie
with an expression of mingled interest and
amusement. Merry light were dancing in
her blue eyes as she turned and disappeared
through the door by which she had entered.
Almost Immediately, it seemed to Amelie,
the girl came back and she said very
sweetly:
"Mr. Lawrence will see you Immediately,