The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-08-31
By FANNY Y. CORY
Ooprtght by Public Ledoev

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 a derby hat. Since he did not molest her she decided not tc do anything about 1t. If she com plained to the store manager he would think she had something to hide. She did not want to lose her job. She had no idea where she might find another.
 The man disappeared and the girls heart frightened. One nigh, she took the train and then the ferry to the city where she mailed a letter to her mother. The bur den of this message was the same as the first. She closed her mind to the anxiety which must be felt l by those who loved her. She had to in order to save her very soul That Give had not announced her disappearance to the news papers she felt sure. She had been watching for this day by day.
 When she had been working | for Steinway and Lipschutz for nearly six weeks she was sum- moped to the managers office one morning. The thin, harassed looking man glanced at her and glanced away, as she came in Miss Crane" he began stiffly we have been getting some in- quiries about you from private detective agency. We don't like It."
 At her hite-faced protest the manager put up deprecatory hand. Now, now! don't know what you've done or why" he said. But it's bad for the morale Gets the girls whispering and don't know what. Sorry, but well have to let you go."
 There was no use to say any thing. Liane departed, light headed with hunger and terror with an envelope containing two days pay. It was all the money she had in the world.
 She thought, trembling, that the unkind fate which had dogged her before her marriage to Give must be at her heels. Her un. known enemies must have found | her out again. As she went to the rooming house she called home her steps Jagged and her heart seemed to skip beats.
 She managed to drag herself upstairs without letting the sharp eyed landlady see her. She lighted q little spirit kettle she used to boil water for tea. Before she had had time to blow out the flame Q knock sounded and the knob turned softly.
 Liane put her hand to her throat. A dark mist danced be- fore her eyes and the room began to recede. She had no sensation of falling. only as in q dream. she heard a mans voice saving premptorily, "Catch her! Shes going, sure!" Liane had heard that voice be- fore. She was too tired just then to remember whom 1t belonged to. After a long, long while she awoke. She was in white room and there was a spot Of sun on the ceiling. A dizzy spot of sun. It wavered back and forth. Liane felt the coverlet tentatively with her fingers. It did not feel in the least like the thin, gray, antiseptic smelling blanket at Mrs Kerschers boarding house. If she weren't so awfully tired she would open her eyes again and see what 1t was like. Later perhaps she would do that.
 There was something else the girl wanted to clear up in her mind, something she would put all her attention on when that foggy feeling left her. She had heard man say, catch her' She's going" .. she wanted to know. Somewhere far off a clock struck seven. Llane tried to struggle up. Be late TOT Worh' That would never do. A cool hand explored her wrist until she could feel the beating of her own pulse. This was an | odd dream. Curious she couldn't fight her way out of 1t. She re- faxed and lay still.
 A voice was murmuring very low. lease of malnutrition." Sne heard another voice answer. An! That was the one she'd Wanteo to remember. Whose was IL. sne could almost see the face or tne man to whom the voice belonged | Almost, but not quite. queer how memory failed when you needed 1t most! ~ | The low voice came very close to her ear now, and said. "open your mouth now, like q good giri' and drink this" Obediently Liane did as she was told. She felt some thing that must be small glass tube. The liquid trickling into her | parched throat tasted like warm milk. She slipped 1t gently. After a minute she chOked and gasped' Tired"
 Then the clear voice said. sym nathetically: "I know. I'll take 1t away for bit. Then you'll try again like a good girl won't you
 She tried to nod, but you could mt nod when you were lying down
 The owner of the clear voice seemed to know what she meant. That's right" the voice said "Thats' splendid" l When next she woke there waf orange juice slipping down the glass tube. Heavenly, 1t tasted She'd heard of nectar and ambros. lia. It could be no more delightful than the cool orange juice trick ling down her throat.
 This time when the hand took the tube away Liane managed to say three words. She wanted most awfulIy to say them. They seemed at the moment frightfully import ant. She said. "God is good"
 To her surprise two great teari rolled from under her lids and be- | rxau softi, to rim down her cheeks