The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-03-14

Of Molnes friends. AL scHILDNER and
Janet Sees Rolf dancing with Betty
Kendall On the pretext Of headache,
Janet leaves the party and goes home.
Weeks pass. but she can not cOnquer
her loneliness and heartache on
stormy March evening she sets out from
the office. undecided where she viii go.
NOW co on WITH THE STORY
: CHAPTER SIXTEEN Continued
Sixth street. which intersected
with Center, was deserted. It's lights
were DINNER and farther apart.
There was no one at all in sight on
Sixth street.
Janet, having made up her mind,
pushed forward. The storm, the
sleet, and the darkness we're far
more welcome in her rebellion than
the Warmest Of firesides
She didn't care where the street
took her Again she said to her
self, L can't go on this way 1
can'ti'
A dozen wild notions caught at
her fancy. She would go away from
lancaster. To Chicago-or New
York
But would going away help?
Suppose she wrote a letter to Rolf
and asked him to come to see her
No, suppose she telephoned him
Suppose
gust of cold wind blew her coat
open just then and Janet jcrked it
back in place. The sidewalk,
crusted with sleet, was becoming
icy. Instead of turning back, Janet
walked more rapidly.
She had forgotten the storm, for
gotten that the street was becoming
darker, that there were fewer lights
In the buildings she passed.
Its no use!" Janet told herself
desolately Rolf doesn't care He'd
make excuses" No, it would be
better for her to go away. In new
surroundings she would forget more
easily.
New York, she decided, would be
the best place, because it was most
remote. The money in the savings
bank-the money she had worked
so hard to save-would take her
there. Janet planned what she
would say to Mr.. Hamilton.
He would give her references that
would help her find another job. In
New York she would meet lots of
people. Girls and young men.
She would go to interesting places,
10 gay parties. She would have
beautiful clothes too, as pretty as
Betty Kendall's!
IER thoughts ran on, but in
Il Il spite of the glamour of the
scenes she pictured mentally ia
nets spirits did not rise. Under
meath was the dreadful feeling that
she would do none of these things
She would leave Lancaster, because
she really didn't want to.
Suddenly, Janet stopped. Ahead
gloomy barrier lOomed across the
street, at its center a dim red Ian
tern The street was closed and as
Janet noted this she realized that she
had no notion whatever where she
was.
1t was growing late. She never
had come so far down Sixth street
before, but if she went back exactly
the way she had come, there was
no possibility of losing her way.
She turned. The wind was colder
as she faced it and Janet was chilled
through. The sleeet, too, seemed
TO be coming down faster.
Janet hurried. She walked three
blocks and then drew a sigh of re-
lief. All, there was the Security
building tower in the distance!
She hadn't admitted to herself
that she was frightened, but it was
good to see that tower.
Two blocks more and she was in
the business district again. Janet
reached a street intersection just
as the red light turned green. She
waited, thinking that she would
stop in the nearest restaurant. She
didn't feel hungry. but she was cold.
What was that noise? She
glanced about. Nothing, apparent
ly The street was without a sign
of life. Here and there were light
ed store windows, but there was not
a person in sight.
Janet'S fingers were like icicleS
and she kicked one foot against the
other, trying to warm it.
Then distinctly she heard the
sound again.
1t wasn't a cry exactly or a moan
1t seemed to come from nearby and
it was muffled almost like some one
weeping,
1t must have been the wind If
the green light had turned red
again at that moment Janet would
have hurried on and thought no
more about the sound. But the light
didn't turn red. Janet, waiting,
turned and looked behind her curl
ously
Almost at once she saw the fig
IRE in the doorway.
IT was a tiny figure, huddled side
J. ways and almost lost in the dark
shadows of the door. The plalntive
Sobs we're low pitched, irregular. as
though torn from the very depths
c. the childish hearth,
Janet hesitated an instant. Then
she went forward and said, Whats
the matter. Sonny?'
There was no answer. but slowly
che head with its knitted cap
turned and a face appeared. 1t was
a face that was grimy and tear
stained. The sobbing continued
Encouragingly Janet said. Lis
ten, sonny, won't you tell me what
the trouble is? Us too cold for you
TO stay here. Are you lost? Maybe
I can help"
The little figure became erect
ana backed away. The light from
the street lamp fell on the child
and suddenly Janet saw that there
were dark matted culS below the
knitted cap.
1t wasn't a little boy, but girl
wearing bulky boys overcoat that