The Washington times., 1928-09-24
NOv Go On With The Story.
By Hazel Livingston

Joan was beginning to under
stand. The sick man had a job
driving a milk truck--at least he
thought it was = milk truck, but
Il was a truck full Of whiskey.
And because his tooth hurt him so
much he asked Bill to drive for
him, and the Federal authorities
wouldn't believe Bill didn't know
IL was whiskey-and they took
him away--and put him in jail
"Oh, but they'll let him go-the
people that hired him will tell that
Bill didn't know. They wouldn't
be mean enough to let an inno'
cent man suffer-"
The sick man whom they called
Milt shook him head gloomily.
"Those people will be busy saving
their own skins. Besides, they
didn't hire the kid, they hired me-
see?''
'Milt.' Eunice cried in a high,
thin voice--"Did you know 1t
wasn't milk? II l thought you
did-oh. my Cod"
Milt zroaned and clutched his
aching law. Now, my own wife
accuses me. oh, well-I can stand
IL / xuess--it don't matter. The
babies still love their Daddy. Come.
Come to Daddy, Rosalie-Ruhy."
Joan stood hewildered, holding
tight to Mrs. Martins little red
hand. Bills mother was the only
one who was real, the others were
Just people out OF q nightmare, a
terrible, mixed up nightmare
What are we going to do?" she
kept repeating duly. We've got
to do sOmething"
''I1e shouldn't have been speed
ing--and he wouldn't have got
caughtr' Milt broke in harshly.
Joan bIanched. Her hand flew
to her throat, nervously. 1t, was
true-it was her own fault Bill
was in Jail. He was coming to
her, fast as the wind.
Suddenly Milt turned TO Joan.
"Say, how did you come 20 know
about all this, eh? He was trying
to finish the run, and see you-eh?
Pretty late"
''Milt"' Eunice cried sharply.
"It's Miss Van Fleets niece,
tell you! Are you crazy. Milt?
Talking like that" she turned to
Joan her voice like honey. You
mustn't mind Miss-Miss--"
Hastings"
Miss Hastings he's nearly
crazy with that tooth of mis-. and
all our trouble. You must excuse
him, And excuse the kitchen, too.
didn't get around to cleaning it
this week, with Mama laid up,
too. and all"
"Oh, but he's quite right" Joan
said in her clear, honest voice.
"TIe was coming to see me-that's
how / know something had hap
pened."
They all stared at her. TO think
OF Bill, going with Miss Van
Fleets niece! "Well"' Eunice said,
gustily. The rich Van Fleets
Well"
Now the man was talking again.
"Bail-maybe Miss Hastings could
help out. II she's an old friend OF
Bills"
"You mean-money?"
He licked his lips nervously.
"I'd take care Of ali that myself.
only. just at the present-finan.
cially embarrassed :"
How much?" she cried eagerly.
'Tell me-quick-how much?"
''Oh, fifty anyway"
"I'll go home and see. think
I hope-Oh l know / can get the
money! I'll be right back-wait--'
She ran all the way home all
the way mp the high, dusty hill.
Her face was scarlet, her breath
was coming in terrible. aching
rushes, her bright hair hung close
to her face in tight, wet curls.
She burst into the dining room,
holding her side and painting. Can
/ have my ticket to sell--will you
let me have my ticket?"
"Go and wash your face this
minute Aunt Evvie commanded.
what do you mean by coming to
breakfast looking like that?"
Joan took step toward the
door, when she wheeled defiantly.
at haven't got time. Listen-Aunt
Evvie--listen--I'm in terrible
hurry-Ive got to get"
you've got to clean yourself UP
before you talk to me-" Evvie
thundered.
Aunt Babe pulled Evvie's skirt.
"She's sick-delirious--do you
see, Evvie? It's the excitement.
Joan-let me see your tongue"
Aunt Evve," Joan burst out
desperately. I'm not sick. I've
been running, that's all. need
money--terribly--
Money!" Babe cried. "Evvi'
~-What---"
"Wiu you let me tend to this
Yabe? The child is ravin2
Joan, will you sit down? / sup
pose I'll have to get doctor
With a tremendous jerk. Joar
freed herself from Evvie's re
straining hand. She was still
AantinE, but she managed to tall