Evening star., 1933-02-04
INSTALMENT XIX.

INSTALMENT XIX.
TOUR blocks from the apartment
l. house departments and Single
Rooms with Bath"), they turned.
/ after cautious survey, from the
alley to street, and here they
found a roaming taxicab. Molly gave
a Camden address in an undertone and
they started.
I'VE made our get-away!"
Carroll had never realized that hu-
Molly called "home" Carroll knew
Of the poor vaguely; pitied them really.
and she had given to need generously
from an allowance that Jersey had
prided herself on making. "a heap
sight bigger than any other kids" that
she knew!
These quarters were unbelievable; the
small, crowded room; the one-burner
gas plate with the rubber tube that
leaked to make heads ache; the soiled
mattress on the floor, the cot, and. for
chance at air, the cramped fire escape:
the straight chairs with broken rungs
and backs; the cracked plates. handle
less cups. and the almost toothless
comb and worn-down brush by these
on the table that trembled with a
COuCu Aau AuIu IiidI "dS u1ue1
standable with no water save that
which came from a dripping tap in the
dark, odorous hall, two flights below.
Molly Heuter and her mother were
very kind to Carroll, who began to cry
when she looked at the backing for
this kindness. She would give them q
background that would match their
hearts, Carroll decided. If she could
ever get that money, now hers, that
Jersey had put in "the good ole sock"
for her.
She watched Molly and her mother
looking at the clothes she couldn't take
with her and their ecStasies made her
cry more. She tried to eat and she
could not At 8, every one went to bed,
Molly and her mother soon slept; Car
roll did not. Once 1t seemed to her
that Jersey bent above her, murmuring.
"An' how's mammy's Ill girl?" and 1t
seemed, too. when half sleeping, she
called, Theresa" that Theresa said,
Comm, kid. and jes' keep your Ill
shirt on, Tresa's right here!"
But, Of course, she reasoned in the
dawn. this wasn't true.
Molly called her at o'clock to a
rising both cold and dark. Carroll
dressed without bathing to find that
the sense of filthiness may be strong
enough to push through tragedy. She
said her adieus to Molly and to Molly's
mother in their apartment. She re-
membered enough to feel it was safest
for them. that way. Then she dragged
her bags down the steep. dark stairs
that were gritty under foot.
Two blocks away. as Molly had said.
she found a taxicab stand. In the
cab, she kept firm hold on her hand
bag and she repeated her lesson:
She was to board the first train that
would take here anywhere but to New
York; she was to ride for at least 100
miles; her name was Carrie Jones
("Carrie Jones. Carrie Jones, Carrie
Jones"D, and she was to hunt work
with some dressmaker because she
could do nice sewing.
The taxicab came to pulsing stop.
The driver was waiting for his fare as
she stepped from the cab.
Thank you. miss" said the driver.
as he touched his cap. She was very
pretty, but he guessed she had been
on a toot the night before. He was
certain of this when she faltered. Did
I-give you tip?"
Eyes, miss, you gimme quahtah," !"
he answered. Then be knew she was
still in the grip of big night. She
said. Thank you. Thank you so
much!"
He watched her lurching into the
station waiting room. strained by the
weight of her bag and hat box. With
a little cynical smile on his lips he
slammed his door with the tinny voice.
Within the station Carroll turned to
the call board. There was a train due
within a few moments (she glanced at
her wrist watch) that would take her
to Lancaster or on to q place called
York
Everywhere on the sooty train people
were reading Of the O'Grady-Killroy
murder-"gangster stuff again" Their
esa was described as Miss OGrady's
personal maid, and although perhaps
this gave false impression, Theresa was
a very personal maid.
She had never had her "piture" took,
but newspaper artist who stood In
with the coroner had done very we'll
in producing living, vibrant Theresa
with black ink and blank paper And,
of course there were photographs, taken
with flashlights, Of the scene of the
murders.
The girl who had become Carrie
Jones by the old and effective rote
method of learning the subconscious
was not on the job, sat huddled
against a window, which let in far
reaching tendrils of cold. She kept
her coat collar high and her head low,
but even at that sundry gentlemen
glanced her way often and long
About two hours later, she thought