Nogales international., 1930-08-12

Whatever the dangers of her present
course, she could not, would not, have
remained among those to whom she
was "a case" And there was Marcel,
who had once known her and who at
any moment might appear with a shin
ing face to tell her who she was.
"I must be an amazing optinist
when I'm myself" she reflected with
a deep sigh.
It was an unkipd trick she had
played her Good Samaritan, but she
had been driven to it and she did not
regret it. At the thought of the Gar
land her panic returned. Doctors,
nurses, consultations, sanatoriums-
there was no end to the possibilities
Hamilton had set in motion when he
called in that psychiatxisA
Better be anywhere and free than
in the power of even the best-inten-
toned strangers.
The night was a bad one. For
hours she lay staring out into the
blaclSness of the narrow court while
panic enveloped her like an icy fog.
1t took all the courage she had, all the
strength of her soul, to hold on to
herself. At intervals she switched on
the light and looked at her watch.
Eons might have passed since she
looked last, but they hadn't. Some
times it was only an hour, or even
half an hour.
When the black court was growing
gray she heard Miss Davenport's re-
turn; at least she assumed that the
steps were her neighbor's, and that it
was Miss Davenport's door that was
yielding to the urge of nervous key.
Ewes watch bore out the theory:
quarter-past four. She drew deep
sigh, turned again, and hoped that the
girl felt better. With the approach of
dawn some of the blackness lifted
from her spirit. She slept.
The sun was shining when she
awoke, and a lively tattoo on the
panel of her outer door had brought
escape from an especially unpleasant
nightmare. She slipped into wrap
per, unlocked her door, and confronted
the janitor. He carried tray which
held tablespoonful of ground coffee
in a cup, dab of butter, and glass
of milk, with an egg as an added at
traction.
Eve gave him dollar. He deserved
it for his leniency in that little matter
Of the references, but something deep
within her sent up a warning signal
as she handed it over. A young per-
son in her situation and with less than
three hundred dollars in the world
must learn not to part with any of
those dollars too lightly. This one
proved good investment.
my names Smith" the janitor vol
unteered. Guess you won't have no
trouble rememberin' it."
When Smith had reluctantly de-
parted-it had also become clear that
his was companionable soul-she
prepared her breakfast and, to her
own great surprise, ate it. She had
cooked it under jogging sense of
duty; she must keep up her strength"
as Hamilton had advised. But the
coffee was good, the roll was crisp,
the egg was fresh. The efficiency
with which she performed the simple
task proved that it was a familiar one
to her. She must have prepared many
such breakfasts in the past, some of
them, no doubt, in Paris. Deep in
her subconscious mind, just out of
her mental reach, lay the memory of
those meals, of those days. She saw
or did she see?-a studio with
sloping roof e. wide skylight with
glimpse of skyline and twin towers
etched against it. Her absent
hand reached at times toward a shelf
that was not there, for utensils that
were missing. Surely, surely
Memory was stealing toward h~- ~--A