Nogales international., 1930-08-12
Fifth Installnent
WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE.

WHA1 HAD JUNE bEFONE.
A beautiful young woman finds hersel
on the sidewalk in strange city. She can
not remember her name or where she came
herself who she is. A young man who has
seen her in the hotel where she is stopping
notices her and takes her to the hotel in a
cab. There they find that she registered, in
French, as Miss Eve Nobody of Nowhere y
The clerk has been calling, her Miss Par
sons" The young man tells her she is il,
New York. His name is Eric Hamilton, OF
Chicago She is terrified at her loss of mem
ory. He asks his friend, Or. Carrick
nerve specialist, to call at the hotel. Dr.
will send nurse to stay with the mysterious
Miss Parsons" that night.
Miss Nobody listens while Hamilton
tells her what the doctor has said, then
arrives. the girl has vanished from the
hotel!
Ewes departure was simple. She went out
of back door into the servants hall Of the
hotei, where she encountered young FRENCH
porter, who claimed to recognize her. ne
nan nsms5" si she she demanded eagerly. But tht
porter had forgotten that. He would write
Al once to a friend in Paris and tind the
name of the American young lady they hao
both admired. He tells her OF an apartmenId; n,,Id
snT;onsix hunting up the nerve specialist for
advice, Eve gets into taxieao ana oriVes
sway.
NOW GO ON WITH" THE STORY.
When she reached the building that
was her objective she was not at first
favorably impressed by it. 1t was an
old structure and time-battered one,
but it faced an open East Side square
and its windows looked out on the
green trees and shrubs Of this square.
The appearance of the entrance hall
was better than the buildings outward
aspect. It was clean and cheerful,
though the janitor, Marcefs friend,
who somewhat deliberately responded
to the bell, had the gray look OF one
who dwelt among ashes.
There were only two vacant apart
ments in the place, he assured the
lady, while his eyes rested somewhat
critically on the small satchel and the
big newspaper bundle she carried. One
apartment was on the ground floor
and the other on the top-the latter
three fights up and no elevator. The
sitting-room of this one looked out
over the park, though, and there was
q kitchenette not much larger than
Q c3oosG, with a gas stove in it, where
the young lady could make her coffee
in the morning If she liked
The yorng lady accompanied hin up
three flights of carpeted stairs and
approved the apartment at the top.
The price asked for the rooms was
reasonable.
"I'll take it," Eve decided, IF I
can move in now."
Tonight" The janitor revealed
a natural surprise at this expedition.
Fright now," the newcomer re-
peated.
How about your refrences?"
"My references will be the months
rent in advance, and I'll pay it this
minute" Eve took out her purse,
holding the name of Marcel in reserve.
If she could for the present avoid
mentioning that, she preferred to do
SO. The fewer who knew of her Car
land connection the better.
The janitor hesitated, looking her
over again. Then with shrug of
his thin shoulders he took the offer
and the cash.
The casualness of the transaction
made Eve rather thoughtful. Still,
Marcel had testified that the place
was respectable.
She went to the door with the jan
itor, to get his final message about
the delivery of milk and rolls in the
morning.
II en- let you have a little coffee,
TOO" he graciously decided.
There were two apartments on the
floor, and as the man talked the door
Ef the opposite one opened and a girl
came out. She was a blond girl,
young and rather pretty, with very
round china-blue eyes. She wore eve
ming dress, far too elaborate for her
environment, but it was her color and
expression that caught and held Ewes
attention. The color was a blue
white, and the look she cast at the
two standing there was almost des-
perate-not at all the glance of Curl
Gus stranger, but the unconscious ap-
peal of one who was suffering physi-
cal pain. She moved slowly, holding
to the side rail as she descended the
stairs, and responded to the janitor'S
offhand greeting with an inarticulate
murmur.
"Who is that?" Eve asked when she
had disappeared.
"Miss Ivy Davenport. She has that
fiat. She dances in a cabaret, but
she's nice girl, jest the same. She
hin't we'll, though. Shes been sick a
lot lately, an it looks to me like she's
sick again tonight" Evidently the
.janitor liked Miss Davenport. He
was still looking after her with SYM
pathetic eyes. But I reckon she's
got to go an dance jest the same,"
he added philosophically.
"Poor girl! How can she dancer"
The young person who had passed
them was not Ewes sort, but she had
z pang of fellow-feeling that surprised
her. Here was another who was in
trouble.
Don't be scared if you hear her
comm home at four in the mornin',"
the janitor remembered to add. "She
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