Evening star., 1932-10-02


cough. The somewhat hard, square
face behind the wndshield grinned
60 ahead and quit. darn you!"
he mattered This is as good a
pace a; any TO sing your swan song."
The motor answered promptly. It quit cold
"Ard that" remarked the young man still
gTinning is that
He lit a cigar. propped one foot on the dash
and stared at the blue sky.
"Dio rou want eas-or anything said
voice.
A pretty girl was Elizabeth Jacoby But
with gray linen duster and disreputable cap
on her auburn curs. there was flavor Of the
grotesque about her.
I'm nc nigh pressure salesman she smiled
But you sec you've stopped your car right III
end of my drive.
oh" said the young man, And I'm block
ing off the cash customers. III push 1t out Of
the way.
Push ito Won't it rum"
Not without gas he grnned. You see,
this is end Of the journey. II am broke-as
broke as can be Last simoleon gone-last gas
burned-this is the last cigar
He got out His chunky shoulders heaved
and the roadster moved When it was clear
of the driveway he set the brakes. He stared
at the little building and the gasoline pump.
Hum. You sell gas and drinks, too. That
reminds I'm thirsty
CHE went behind III, counter of her booth.
= There was something about this young man
that interested her. He well dressed and.
ordinarily, she would have doubted his story.
but in these times anything possible.
He threw down nickel. Ginger ale
please
1t to the last drop. Then he resumed his cigar
You don't look like one Of the-the army
Of the unemployed" she ventured
Il am. though. Today it seemed like the
end Of things. So headed the car down the
cape and-you know the rest"
She studied his face Excuse me for being
personal" she said suddenly but have you
eaten-latey?"
sUh- huh"
Look me in the eye and say it,
Darn you" he began, white around the
bps
You're liar and knew it, she snapped
"You come in here. You make me sick Why
don't you sell that and-oh, come in here!"
Miss Jacoby did hot dog and sandwich
business aside from her etank filling station.
She tossed half dozen eggs into frying pan
in which some bacon was sizzling and set a
cuffee pot on her gas stove.
The young appreciated her art Not
crumb drop did he leave
That was great" he said. III remember
H..
she knew he meant it.
He turned and looked at the blue expanse
Of Plymouth Harbor which lay beyond and be-
low. She followed his gaze-and suddenly a
thought came to her.
Well you wouldn't be the first one who
started from scratch-here,' she offered. Look
down there. There's rock beyond those roof
tops. Ard years ago band Of people-maybe
worse off than you-landed on it. And howl"
He blinked. "Oh, the Pilgrims
She leaned toward him. You said you
didn't know which way to turn. Well-you
may think I'm goofy-but why don't you go
down to the old rock and shove off again
just as they did?"
Hun! 1882 Pilgrim!' he nodded after his
first surprise. GO doWn-and start over again.
It's hunch. If Miles Standish did it-why
not Buff Hadley? Gal you don't know what
you've saved me from
Horse feathers! With that chin and grin?
Why, lad, they bury your kind with their boots
on
Gee. you're wonderiul!' he gowed. well,
I'm off. See you again-soon I hope. Call
me up any time. Er-Rock 1000!"
She waved he looked back from the road.
And again as he went over the hill.
1t was two days before she saw him again.
He came at twilight and sat down at the coun-
ter. III have three hot-dog sandwiches and
two cups of coffee And those doughnuts look
good. Three Of en, please"