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
on. There were messages for Janet
alone-and 50 intimate were they
that she felt she were talking TO her
mother. II 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 70 write and see if he
were still alive.
Janet stumbled to her room and
sat for an hour with the letter, read
ing and re-reading II, 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 sill
out. Like the understanding soul
she had always been. she closed the
door and left her to Ter sorrow.
A few weeks later Janet was be-
ginning to despair or word from her
uncle, when she was thrilled with
q big letter Of foreign rostlark.
She opened it-snd q check fell out
with q typewriter letter. The check,
from Uncle Jules on a New York
bank, was for one thousand dollars.
The letter was a friendly one, beg
ging her TO accept the enclosed as
a little start on your career"
Janet fell down on her knees be-
side her bed, moved 10 a prayer Of
thanks. But IL was to her little
mother she talked.
And two weeks later she was on
her way TO the Land Of Adventure.
Jsnet's knees were shaking, and
her arms were covered with goose
pimples. For the fiftieth time she
took out her vanity and powdered
her straight little nose and pulled
her rakish little hat farther down
over q red-brown eye.
The train was pulling into Grand
Central station. New York Cityl
Across the aisle from Janet sat
a charming woman OF middle age,
amused, and with q young smile
playing about her lips. SIZE caught
Janet's eye, just as she put both
hands on her knees to keep them
from shaking so hard. They both
laughed. Janet broke the silence
with a nervous little gigEle.
"My knees act so funny. IL
guess I'm excited"
your first time in New York,
dear?" The woman smiled, and
reached for her own hat.
Yes. Isn't It thrilling? I can't
wait"
Have you relatives to meet you n
Janet laugh,d merrily.
mot a soul, thank goodness! ]
shall be free as a bird to flutter
where and when I please. Isn't that
nicer than everT"
The woman looked at her with an
attempt to be severe, but laughed
IN spite Of herself.
Young lady, New York is . very
wicked place"
Janet stiffened prirly. er eyes
hooking and her rosebud mouth in
a shocked oval.
"Can ! count on that. DEAR I'd
hate 70 be disappointed. thrive
on sin. I'm a parsons daughter"
In the excitement OF leaving the
train. Janet's fellow traveller stayed
by her side, determined az least 70
help the precocious little elf find
a decent hotel.
IL was raining torrents. Janet
frowned. and could not hide her dis
appointment and chagrin. There
wasn't q taxi to be found. and in an
attempt to sound worldly she IN
CURED in a lofty voice:
rs i very far to the Aston?
hate street cars"
Her new-found friend looked her
SUNRISE.
"The Astor hotel? Are YOU going
to stop there? Why don't you pick
out a q~uieter Eection-and a place
more reasonable, nv child -
Janet tried TO look as though she
had millions. Her jet black head
went a little higher.
"Oh, ] wouldn't think of stopping
80 far from Times square. Nv
friend Esther tells me Y ~ right n
me heart Of things. That ia where
| want to be. Ny funds are quite
sufficient.
Mrs. Van Arden stifled a desire
70 laugh, an blocked serious.
Wen. In that case. honey. you'll
Just have to take the shuttle over
TO Times square from the station
here It's only a minutes -ids. III