Nogales international., 1930-08-15
Sixth Installment


A beautiful young woman finds herself
on the sidewalk in strange city. She can
not remember her name or where she came
from. She has nothing in her purse to tel
herself who she is A young man who mas
seen her in the hotel where she is stopping
notices her and takes her to the hotel IN a
eab. There they find that she registered, IN
FRENCH as Miss Eve Nobody of Nowhere.
sons." The young man tells her she IS IN
New York His name is Eric Hamilton, OF
Tzhicago. She is terrified at her loss OF mem
bry. He asks his friend, Or. Carr1ck
Carrick talks encouragingly. but says ne
will send nurse to stay with the mysterious
miss Parsons" that night. -, :.
"Miss Nobody" listens while Hamiiton
steps into another room. When the nurse
arrives. the girl has vanished from tne
hotel!
Eve's departure was simple. She went out
Iof back door into the servants hail nS o. snS
motel. where she encountered young trencn
PORTER, who claimed to recognize her. ne
had seen her in Paris Then you know my
nan 'nsmef" she demanded eagerly. But the
porter had forgotten that; he w9uto wIHe ne
name of the American young lady they haa
both admired He tells her OF an apartmen,Gs
house where the janitor, he thinks. wouio
take her in MeantTSe .S: n.rve w,e sOeeialst for
advice. Eve gets into a taxicab and drives
She arranges with Marcers friend, the
snit9r of dngy little little aRarImefh5 part for nsus small ali
furnished apartment: He tells her not 70
be frightened if she hears the young woman
who occupies the next apartment come IN
VERY late in the morning. Eve wonders "naI
son now 81 &c Gt5'1 on N WITfG vi The STORY.
The third night in the new quarters
was another nightmare. For the men
tai fog did not lift. She was not to
be relieved from it, then, in the three
idays. She had not realized how great
lher hope had been, how strongly it
had buoyed her, till she felt this stag
igering blow of disappointment. But
time, even three days of it, does some
,thing for one at twenty-three. lhe
nightmare was not so bad and hopes
whispers were louder. This
!wouId not last long. This could not
;Iast long. 1t might end at any minute.
/ In the meantime she would occupy
sherself as much as she could. 1t it
were to last, a reconstruction of life
would be necessary. But as yet she
closed her ears to the sound Of bat
ties in the future If she must fight
them, she would be up to them; at
least she began to hope she would.
But surely she could give herself a
rveek of. waiting. ---.--------..--
The days were as alike as telegraph |
poles along country road. She
walked and read and kept her record
with brief exactitude. All the time
Memory was at her side like a mo-
tionless black figure, seemingly pre-
pairing to move, yet never moving.
A hundred times a day Eve
caught at the trailing end of some
suggestion which refused to be caught. |
She realized that these frantic, futile
clutches were wearing her out, yet
she dared not discontinue them. At
;.ny minute one of them might lead
Iler back.
She spent most of her afternoons
in the reading of the library,
walking to and from this refuge, for
tle exercise. Several times she met
Miss Davenport on the stairs of the
old apartment-house, and was glad to
observe that the young dancer had lost
her look of acute physical suffering,
though her face still had a blush
pa1lor.
The late afternoon of the fourth
day was frightened by visit from
her neighbor. The girl breezed in
without waiting for an answer to a
rather assertive knock, revealing her
self clad in a red Japanese kimono,
with slippers and silk stockings to
match. Her bobbed hair, which was
naturally wavy, shone from recent
brushing. Eve observed with pleasure
as she rose to greet her that there
was no frowziness in the appearance
Of the newcomer. She was as i'm
maculate as red carnation, and she
had the grin of a friendly puppy and
a taking air of camaraderie. Nothing
about her suggested the stricken fig
ure of few nights before.
Hello" she began, and added in
gratiatingly, without giving her host
ess a chance to reply. got any ciga-
rettes you en- spare?"
"No. I don't smoke. I'm awfully
sorry"
Miss Davenport sighed. I'm out"
she said. "I'll have to send Smith
to get some"
But she made no move to leave, and
Eve smiled at her, pathetically glad
to have this cheerful guest enter her
tragic No Mans Land.
What's your line?" the caller sud-
denly demanded.
my line?"
"Yep. Your SPIEL" the other e9<-
planned. "You gotta have eats, amt
you? How d'you pay for 'em?"
"Oh, you mean how do 1 earn my
1iving?" Ewes sense of pleasure in the
interview perished. "I'm resting now,"
she said in tone that forbade further
inquiries but she softened it by asking
interestedly, What do you do?"
"Me? l dance at Jake's."
Miss Davenport gave the informa-
ton in a tone which implied that her
mind was on something else.
where's Jake's?"
Miss Davenport gave the inforna-
ton, and went on with the gusto at
tending an evidently enthralling sub