The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-02-21
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
MYTH a jolt and groan of grind
w ing brakes the train pulled in
to the station.
"AI out!" shouted a guard.
pennsylvania station! All out!"
Judith arose and joined the others,
pushing toward the door of the car.
In one hand she clutchet, the small
black travelling bag. Some one be-
hind brushed boldly past her, crowd
ing Judith against the row of seats,
knocking her hat and tipping it at q
groteSque angle.
Excuse me, ma'ami"
A young man wearing 8 light
overcoat had spoken. He awkwardly
was trying to untangle a button of
his coat from the fur of Judith's
cuff in which it was caught.
"Oh-of course" she murmured.
The tangle was undone. The
Young man hurried forward and the
girl followed. All the others seemed
in a rush to get out of the car.
Judith was at the end of the process
sion, almost the last to leave.
She stepped out on the long &C.
ment passageway and looked about
her uncertainty.
Red caps were moving back and
forth, some carrying luggage, others
looking for patrons.
Garry your bag, lady?"
Judith shook her head at the boy
who had approached. She turned
and followed the throng up the
stairway.
In the vast upstairs waiting room
other red caps came to her assist
ance. The girl refused their SER
vices. Her pale, beWildered express
sion was what attracted them.
Where to now?
Judith had made no plans. 1t had
all seemed quite simple while she
was at home, packing and making
last-minute preparations.
The main thing then was to get
away-quickly before any one
should miss her. Once on the car,
she had assured herself, she could
decide where to go, how to spend
these miserable two weeks.
Instead of planning, throughout
the ride to the city, she had sat
dazed and still, trying to realize
what had happened. She could not
realize it, could not believe it-even
yet!
Forlorn and helpless, the girl put
down her luggage and waited.
Every one else in the huge station
seemed intent on getting some
where, so energetic, so sure OF
| themselves.
But of course she must be on her
way too. A glance at the big clock
told Judith it was twenty minutes
of S. The rush of homebound sub
urbanites was already begun. The
afternoon would soon be ended.
! CTILL carrying her leather travel
! - ing bag, Judith walked through
the station and out upon Seventh
avenue. She walked until she came
, to a white-tiled restaurant.
An inconspicuous table beside the
left wall was vacant. Judith sat
there.
She was not hungry, but she could
order food her and wait until she
had made up her mind what to do
next.
Whats your order, madam"
The blond girl in green and white
costume who stood beside her
glanced down with friendly smile.
She was holding an opened menu
forward.
Tea" Judith told her. "A pot of
tea and buttercakes."
1t was a familiar order. Force of
habit prompted it. Some five min
utes later, when the waitress re-
turned with the plate of steaming
hot bread, Judith was not aware
she had asked for food.
She poured her tea and slipped the
soothing beverage.
Well-She must decide what next
Judith began to wonder if Arthur
Knight had received her note yet
Miss Topper must have left the