The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-02-09

upon the two rea.r legs, his left foot propped beneath to hold it steady. His right foot he balanced nicely heel of his shoe. thus elevating his knee to improvise an easel for his drawing pad.
 When he had rubbed down the point of his pencil to satisfaction he looked at Ginger for the first time, looked at her with. quick and searching intentness as an artist must, And he. became aware that in spite of her grim expression and her somewhat shrewdish manner, caricatured though she was by the ugly red handkerchief and her white arms fiercely akimbo. her eyes were of surprising seraphic blueness; her face. although flushed from her labor. creamy white and delicately featured; her throat slim alabaster.
 Why, you're ont at all bad look ing!' he said in a tone of great surprise.
 Not - bad looking!" repeated Ginger. Well, I rather hope I'm | not. Most people consider me ex- tremely good looking. Extremely! Look at my mouth. Could an artist paint a better bow? It's better with lipstick. but always lick it off when 1 get to work. Look at my eyes-theres' a blue for you. And see how my lashes curl up. Not bad looking!
 "Of course I'd rather be brunei if could choose" she added, in a tone that was almost friendly, "but as blonds go, I'm supposed to hold my own."
 Gosh, you-you're frank about it." he said faintly.
 Why not? It's the truth, isn't good artist, didn't you? If you were good looking, would you be above saying so?' Why, am I such an eyesore as all that?" he asked in some amuse- ment.
 "Oh, you're all right" she said kindly. II probably won't be brag- ging about my looks either when am your age"
 He laughed a little, but as he was already making Jeft sure strokes on the block of paper he did not bother to reply.
 Ginger leaned far across the ta- ble toward him and there was grim determination in his manner. Listen," she said, you. ought to be ashamed of yourself-bumming meals from house to house like this. A man of your age. and not without ability! Certainly you've got a good line! Wen. one of the courses they made me study to broaden my mind when I wouldn't go to college was one on society in general. I had to read a book on Dependents, Dcfec- lives and Delinqucnts." Whats that got to do with me ?'.'
 Everything" she said firmly ''For you're one of them. It told all about you-the book did. Any woman who hands out food to a hobo over the back porch is absolutely contributing to his moral delinquency. She's as bad as he is. Every man has a right to a living wage and proper living conditions. It says in the book that every man can earn a living if he is willing to work. You would be amazed at what 1t says about men like you in Dependents, Detectives and Dclin- qucnts.
 
 having my portrait done. I am not one of those soft and spineless women who contributes to the moral delinquency of her fellow beings But just made up my mind to tell you what's what and make you ashamed of yourself. Perhaps you've never had a chance to study that sort of thing, and don't realize that at your age you should be able to retire and live in quiet comfort for the rest of your life with your children and grand children about your knee-one gen. eration at a lime, of course-and all of you--er-living on your income You-you would be a-a bonded gentleman If you had lived up to your opportunities instead of resort Ing to degradation and-er-beg- gary. You" The stranger within her gates had entirely given up his drawing. Through some sentences he had been gazing at her in speeches. amazement.
 (To Be COntfnucd) ' The Bishop of London now re-