Evening star., 1932-07-24

and jade green that gave gracefully to
her slight curves. New York seemed
dream. Chicago was looming a daylight
~ fact. She took the first taxi she saw
So many people flying about Ea.ola told
herself that half of Chicago must be out on a
holiday. Her promise to write Johnathan she
kept in the letter if not in the spirit. She sent
him gayly colored post card of Lincoln Park.
Its lovely park" she wrote.
Less than a third of the way across the park
she dropped on the grass She wiggled hot,
aching feet out of expensive brown shoes.
Oh she sighed, as the cool lake air seeped
through sheer stockings, this parks bigger
than all Hilltop
why don't you buy larger shoes?" laughed
q voice above her
You mind" Batola looked up. The
command hung in the air. The tanned face
and merry eyes six feet above her kinkled in
amused laughter. Eyes like Mothers, was
her first thought. 1t was many weeks before
Philip Michael Cunningham knew that was why
Batola allowed him to drop on the grass beside
her like old friend In few minutes they
chatting gayly. Batola trying to ex-
plain where she going.
To California she waved her arms.
ITS bit largish haven't you picked a
town."
"Glamorous HOLLYWOOD" she grinned
Hollywood! live there"
IAN inducements"
Ought to be-" He matched her playful
tone. Besides. if you stay in spot long
enough a goodly number of celebrities will
pass"
Il can't sit still so very long" she admitted,
besides I'm not much interested in celebrities.
I'm just looking for -
"A Far Away Hickory Tree" defiantly.
CHE tossed her cloudy hair long ago escaped
- from the tight little piece Of brown felt
with its jade bar-called hat.
Have you come five pastures away and
three mountains beyond?'" he asked.
"Oh." 1t was a joyous cry do you know
the hickory tree fable?" Her eager eyes beamed
at him That he should understand and not
laugh. Gorgeous!
"For long time" he conided, 1--WE been
looking for my hickory tree. Now, If you'll
let me. when get back to California, maybe
we can look together. Just as suggestion"
he added, slowly. you'd like the Roosevelt
Hotel"
I'VE can look together" she repeated to her
self Batola's heart rose, tipped over, came to
position. 1t wasn't the same however. 1t
sang a different tune. Where the inside wob-
Bile had been there was a nice cozy feeling.
She looked idly at her watch.
Look" she gasped thrusting her hand
under his nose, '-look!'
Il see" he nodded; Its very pretty :"
MY train" pulling at her shoes frantically.
TIL miss it,
All that wild taxi ride across Chicago Ba-
tola went right ensnaring the man without
even knowing any of the rules of the game. If
she thought at all, she merely thought she was
being happy.
my bags" she thrust two checks at him,
II checked them
I'll get them" he promised.
Long, swift legs that he had, dignity thrown
aside as it was, he was still too slow. The train
was quite gone when he attempted to brush
past the gateman.
He slumped down on the nearest bench.
And" he shrugged, my bags on that same
train. What a mess"
He glanced at the bags at his feet Name
tags of course. He opened one of them.
"Batola Winton. Notify Johnathan Hawk
Winton, Hilltop, Mass, only in case of my
DEATH
Mike gave long, low whistle.
"Humph!' he grunted. John Wntons sis
ter of course. Though she's not Winton in
anything but name; judging by John. I'll
What he'd be he never recorded because
he suddenly decided to send two kilograms. One
to hold his bags at the Denver station. The
other to Batola, to wait there.
On the next train. Mike swore a couple of
swears. IAN that girl needs" he told the
flying farms, 'is to love some one so fercely
she hasn't any emotion left to throw around"
Three miles and two cigarettes later-"In
swear I'm right and-I'm going to be that
man"
DATOLA, on the Overland just couldn't be
- bothered about the loss Of her suitcases.
Her little hand grip would see her through.
Mother had taught her never to worry about
the past, but to look to the future, confidently
expecting better things. She sighed a wee
Sigh that the nice man had been too late. She