Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1928-07-03
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read between the lines OF her little
mothers suffering. She had not been
happy in the mountains with her par
son. There were messages for Janet
alone-and so intimate were they
that she felt she we're talking to her
mother. 1t became more personal
with every line-a mother pouring
out her heart to the child she would
never see.
Marcella gave Janet the address Of
an uncle in France, Jules Mollinar
and told her TO write and see If ne
were still alive.
Janet stumbled 10 her room and
sat for an hour with the letter, read
ing and r~e-reading il, until she knew
it BY heart. Then she sat own and
wrote to her uncle, giving him her
mothers message, and telling a
great deal about her life.
Auntie Pete looked in, s-w Janet
with her head buried in her pillow,
and knew that she was crying il all
out. Like the understanding soul
she had always been. she closed the
door and left her to fer sorrow.
A few weeks later Janet was be-
ginning TO despair Of word from her
uncle, when she was thrilled with
a big letter Of foreign postlark.
She opened it-and . check fell out
with a typewriter letter. The check,
from Uncle Jules on q New York
bank. was for one thousand dollars.
The letter was a friendly one, beg
ginE her to accept the enclosed a.
. little start on your career"
Janet fell down on her knees be-
side her bed, moved 10 a prayer Ct
thanks. But il was to her little
/ mother she talked.
And two weeks later she was on
her way 20 the Land Of Adventure
Janet's knees were shaking, and
her arms were covered with goose
pimples. For the fiftieth time she
took out her var 3 and powdered
her straight little nose and pulled
her rakish ligtle hat farther down
over q red-brcwn eye.
The train vas pulling into Grand
Central station. New York Cityl
Across the aisle from Janet sat
a charming womLn Of middle age
amused, and with a young smile
playing about her lips. Size caugh:
Janet's eye. just as she put both
hands on her knees to keep them
from shaking 50 hard They both
laughed. Janet broke the silence
with a nervous little giggle.
"My knees act so funny. Il
guess I'm excited"
Your first time in New York
dear?" The woman smiled, anc
reached for her own hat.
Yes. Isn't it thrilling? ! cant
wait"
Have you relatives TO meet you? .
Janet LAUGHED merrily.
mot a soul, thank eoodnessl
shall be free as q bird to fluttel
where and when I please. Isn't that
nicer than ever?"
The woman looked at her with ar
attempt to be severe, but laughed
in spite Of herself.
Young lady, New York Is q very
wicked place"
Janet stiffened primly. CT eye,
hooking and her rosebud mouth IL
a shocked oval.
Can I count on that. dear7 II
hate to be disappointed. thriv,
on sin. I'm a parsons daughter"
In the excitement Of leaving thu
train, Janet fellow traveller stayed
by her side. determined at least K
help the precocious little elf fine
a decent hotel.
IL was raining torrents. Janet
frowned, and could not hide her dis
appointment and ehagrin. Their,
wasn't a taxi to be found. and in AZ
attempt to sound worldly she In.
quired in a lofty voice:
"Is it very far to the Aston?
hate street cars"
Her new-found friend looked he,
sunrise.
The Astor hotel? Are you roinp
to stop there? Why don't you plcl
out a quieter section-and a place
more reasonable, my child"
Janet tried 20 look IS though n,
had millions. Her Jet black head
went a little higher.
"Oh, ] wouldn't think OF ~stoppins
50 far from Times square. nv
friend Esther tells me Il Is right II
the heart OF things. That Is where
] want to be. Ny funds are quit,
sufficient.
Mrs. Van Arden stifled a desire
20 laugh. an blocked serious.
Well. in that case. honey. you'll
Just have to take the shuttle over
70 Tines square from the station
here. It's only a minutes ride. II