Nogales international., 1931-04-08
Final Installment

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heart would break.
The three exchanged glances, ant
presently 'Lizabeth said slowly: I'll
seems like we have the worst luck Of
any family in this city,"
Her mother took the theme ul
readily.
Pop, up to this point, had been 81
lent, as Pop generally was.
Now, suddenly, he rose to his feet
and dashed to the ground the striped
tea cloth he had been using as nap
kin.
"Maggie!'' he shouted.
Immediately she was in the kitchen
Maggie, we've had enough of this =
said Leonard Johnson, in loud, au-
thoritative voice. II can't stand nc
more of it, and I amt a-goin' to! Yor
take that towel there and wash your
eyes and fix your hair. And, Liz, yor
pack your sister some clothes! She's
got seventeen minutes-if that clocks
right-to catch the steamer, and She:
goin' to catch it! She's goin' to get
married on board to-day, or maybe ii
San Francisco or Los Angeles to-
morrow or next day-you help her out
there, Ma. Quick, now-while
phone for a taxi!"
Lien, are you crazy?" Ma began
royalty. But Pop, crazy or not, was
at least unafraid.
"You quit talking, Minnie" he said
sharply, "and get up and stir your
self" Pop said tenderly, solicitously
to Maggie, guiding her to the sink
switching on the cold water, the furi-
ous glare in his eyes as he looked at
the other women in curious contrast
TO the gentleness of his voice when he
addressed her. "In this envelope is my
ha1f-month's pay, dearie," he said
"You keep your mouth closed, Liza
beth, till I give you leave to speak y
Pop interpolated fercely-"and you
can get yourself some clothes first
place you stop. Hurry up there, Ma
the taxi's li'ble to get here any min
Ute
Lent seems like I'm going tc
faint" said Mrs. Johnson, pauslng
pathetically in the act of rushing Mag
gie's black silk dress and her new
clothes into suitcase and adding Liz
abcth's best nightgown and the Chi
nese wrapper she herself had won a
a fair.
"Well, you faint, then, but let MI
get Maggie off frstP Len said brlskly
and heartlessly.
Lien, don't yell that way!" Ma said
weeping as she put on her black-veilet
hat.
"And we amt going to miss you
Maggie, and we amt going to slump,
Len interrupted the frightened chorus
to say loudly. 'Now, you come on ou
put your gloves on in the taxi-w'
amt got but fourteen minutes"
Laughing, crying, but always cling
ing tight to this newly found ant
amazing parent, Mary Margaret hat
only time to leave a hysterical good
bye with the dog, and the cat. and tn,
beloved despised, shabby kitchen, will
its cooling coffee and congealins
sausages and limp dish towels anC
greasy sink.
Then they were all four janmec
into a taxi, and racketing through thu
Saturday morning streets, past tn
church, and the market, down th'
schoolhouse way-among the ware
houses
Their talk was incoherent-inconse
quential-monosyllabic.
Can he make it?"
"He says he doesn't know. Depend:
on the traffic on River Street"
This amt exactly an ideel weddin'
dearie."
"Ah, don't, Pop. You'll make M
cryW
Driver, we goin' to make it?"
"How much time have we?-Lear
forward there, Pop, and see can yot
see the clock at Rubenstein's
And then, down outside the big free
market, suddenly the agony OF a halt
An officers imperative whistle ant
blue-coated figure approaching.
But Ma, even though speech!esS, wa
not entirely without resources. Sh
dismounted from the taxi, met the po
licenlan, and as an interested littl
crowd gathered, and before that Office
could speak, tainted from sheer emo
ton, heavily, into his arms.
"She's all right-go on" Pop SAT-
in an undertone.
Maggie sat back on the seat, hold
ing LIS hand, beginning to breath
again.
"Pop, can we make it,"
"We could, dearie, if nothing els
happens" Pop was beginning doubt
fully, when another whistle, this tim