Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1932-07-15

then been disclosed. "You don't have
to work for nothing she added has
tily. PA should pay you," she urged,
again looking up into his face, still
holding his arm, but RETAINING from
closer contact. The boy walked
straight ahead and failed to answer.
"You should get a dollar a day" Becka
continued, and board too-he would
have to give it will make him." she
said positively.
Late that afternoon the dollar in his
pocket had been given him grudging-
ly, guilty, by Channon Lipvitch. And
this only after an argument with
Becka.
"All right, don't give it to him." she
retorted to his repeated protest. when
he finds out-you look out. You amt
SO smart" she warned. "John can sue
you for damages, for back wages, some
day. Give him something now-five
dollars" Becka had argued.
"No! No! Lipvitch knew the dang
er, also the expense.
".You got to. You got to pay him
something today" Becka was insist
ent, and, as John entered the Empo-
rum on his return from an GRAND a
few doors away, Becka bent a parting
glance of warning on her father, her
eyes threatening exposure as she nod
ded meaningly at John. Lipvitch had
his hand in his pocket. He fingered a
coin, a half, then-in a prudent flood
of generosity he seized a silver dollar.
"Here, Chon," his throat was husky.
Here, Chon, I god someding by you"
He spoke rapidly. "a dollar-you
earned idt-vages, Chon-remember,
wages" he repeated, handing the boy
the large coin, thrusting it toward
him impulsively, as if afraid John
would not accept. "Ant remember,
Chon, l 7don'd charge you nodding,
nodding a tall fer board. You ged id
all fer nodding."
Then, after an interval of pregnant
silence, Becka having again linked
Johns arm through her own, doing SO
with a small laugh, a friendly, forgiv-
ing laugh, they walked out on Broad
way at a point where its wholesale
commercial aspect stretches north
ward.
To America, New York was Rome,
and Stills; the feudal city of the
Western World, taking tribute from
the ends of the earth. Other cities may
attempt to dispute this, but New
York, r to its name, keeps rising
new and fresh and more powerful
from its own continuous disintegra-
ton. shafts of steel and stone spring
ing up out of the dusty demolition
constantly under way. The wrecks and
mistakes of the past feed AMBITION
flaring to higher and dizzier achieve
ment. ,
Never was the town so young and
bright and hopeful as on the umner
night when John and Becka, tar from
their environment, walked on air, and
literally rode on it, as they sped up
town on the West Side L. The squat,
green, bellied steam locomotive Putted
and wheezed, blowing its whistle as 1t
approached the curves, where Becka
with an "Oh!" chung close to John;
thew sat in a cross seat by an open
window.
Descending at Fifty-ninth Street
Becka led him eastward to Columbus
Circle. The tall shaft in the csnter'
the different aspect Of the people, the
absence of push carts, and the deartf
of children, puzzled John. Dodging TIT
whirling stream Of cyclists, they enter.
ed the shaded walls Of Central Park
through a rustic arbor. The dust!
white macadam drives were lively witt
the prance of foam-flecked turn-outs
and the "clank' and "elink" OF fash
ionable harness trappings.
And with the black art of this nigh
of swift unusual motion and of rar'
sights, with Becka, soft and confiding
clinging closely on his arm, with tn
dread Of Grogans forgotten in the dis
FAINT alleys of the slums, the boy ex
banded to an influence beyond tn
measure of his understanding. He fel
the secretive whispering of tine clark
Far to the North, from the direc
ton of the Mall, band music filtere'
through the leaves, for the air wa
still, and presently captured moon
light, prisoned in a lake, was discover