Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1930-06-10
PARADE
BY
EVELYN CAMPBELL
vNU servics tccpyrtght ~ EVELYN Campbell,
Copyright By Evelyn canpbelI.)

law could send an embeZZler 10
Sing Sing easy enough. or maybe
to the Island. which was worse.
"Sing Sing" she repeated this
vaguely. IL sounded heathenish
and a little silly. but oddly IA
miliar. And what then?
oh. three or four years! OF
what? Prison.
Detective Jimmy drew a long
breath. He had tried TO make her
understand MS well as he could.
but he had not told her the half.
or course. II could never happen
to her. A roma like that would
have dozens Of friends-but in
spite of this assumption he moved
%uneasily. He had seen IL happen.
He had seen them. young and pref
". with the innocence hardly
brushed from their eyes. and no
friends. Nothing 70 be called
friend. There were SO many wom-
en-. They sprang up like daisies
everywhere and If one was trampled
there was always another for its
place. Detective Jimmy was
no poet and he was n little
ashamed Of these fancies that
came now and then and which he
never recounted TO anyone.
She startled him by saying. sud
denly: You don't believe l meant
TO cneat people. do your and he
FASTENED To assure her that liz did
not. at was because somebody
%once-tOld me n wrong law Of liv-
ing. And I believed II and here
7 ann She glanced around as ~
her surroundings had just begun 10
matter. A small note OF terror
crept into her voice. lit was like
walking the narrowest path he
tween two prec!pices. One slip
and you're gone. That is what
happened slipped. And now
nothing a yer put me back
again :"
O'Hara looked out OF the cab
window. He knew where they
were 10 the fraction OF an inch.
Two blocks south and three east
and around the corner Sleet had
changed 70 a steady rain. more
miserable and dangerous than the
first; turning the sidewalks and
street into II sheet OF ice. On a
night like this the place would be
full. What would they do with her
"A fine. soft creature whose per-
fume filed the musty cab like n
bunch Of little spring flowers? And
nothing could ever put her back
again. She was right about that.
For there was a lot he hadn't told
her. There were the other
women
AS II HIS thought had called into
action n of the sordid epochs OF
such a night. at this moment from
the street on the right arose a
hnbdub OF confusing sounds: the
uproar OF a motor pushed beyond
its will, the scream OF brakes
damned mt n dangerous angle and
two headlights streaming Ia the
rain.
The two ears vee-ed dangerously
together. "A huge black bulk be-
side the smaller taxi elbowed 1t
violently and for a second the man
and woman we're given a glimpse
OF one Of the etchings OF hell
the inside Of a patrol wagon
jammed to its doors with women.
Where had they been found and
why had God made them? Faces
without age and without soul
bodies wrapped in sordid finery,
evil rs the flesh IL concealed. Des-
nerate eyes; sodden eyes-eyes
that laughed rihaldIy and eyes that
did not care. They huddled In the
long black box with its iron
screened sides-fiung there anyhow.
from God knows what beginning.
and Jimmy O'Hara saw. with the
chiIls down his back and the sweat
under the collar, what II was going
10 mean 70 the woman beside him
when she was locked In n call that
night. He had time to think, "all