The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-03-23

the 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? It's too cold for you to stay here. Are you lost? Maybe I can help--"is~--5'as
 The little figure became erect and backed away. The light from the street lamp fell on the child and suddenly Janet saw that there were dark matted curls below the knitted cap. It wasn't little boy but a girl wearing a bulky boys overcoat that was too large for her.
 The child's voice came, tearfully, tremblingly, Who're your"
 why, I'm just-nobody impor- tant but heard you crying and if you'll tell me what's the matter I'll try to do what can. Are you lost?" #-
 The little girl shook her head. 1T lost my money!" she sobbed.
 Your money? How much was it?"
 A damp pasteboard box lay at LILO CIIAlo Q lSCts 4L Wdo sCAhPSy hOV was selling candy!" she walled. "I but the little girl pointed to 1t. "I had 10 bars and I sold six of them. Then some boys came and they"- here the tears began again-"they said l couldn't sell any more. They took the candy and the money! And I can't go home"
 
 The words died away, in a fresh outburst of sobs. Janet knew that If she took the child to the nearest policeman her responsibility would be at an end and that the little girl would reach home. Something prompted her to say instead:
 There's a restaurant over there in the next block. Suppose you and I go there and get something to eat. You can tell me all about what happened while we're getting warm. Would you like to do that?"
 The sobs ceased. You mean it'll be all right"
 Janet laughed. "Of course," she said. Perfectly all right. Here, take my hand so you won't fall"
 Over the tile top restaurant table Janet Hall looked at her new ac- quaintance. Rose, the little girl Sdlu IlcT AdAlO WoSs 4NOoC 0iltahis No, she didn't go to school. She was five years old. She had a brother who didn't go to school either. He was crippled.
 No, her father and mother wouldn't be worried about her be- cause they weren't at home. Her father was always away looking for work. Her mother went every afternoon to place where she scrubbed floors. Rose told all this slowly between gulping attacks on the plate of hot food before Ter.
 The reason she had been selling candy, she explained, was because her father didn't have any money and the rent was overdue. Rose forgot about the roast beef and gravy on her plate as she told this. Two great tears slid down the grimy little cheek. If the rent wasn't paid the Silvanis would be put out and everything they owned set on the street. That had happened to the Morrissey's month ago.
 Janet listened steadily. She tried to reassure Rose, who was such a little thing, such a baby! Janet could scarcely believe chiid's face cOuiu DO SO eHtiEciy OcSoAu oA oiSH HS of childishness.
 They arose at last. Janet paid the cheeks and they went out to the street. "I'm going to go home with you," Janet announced, and they started walking toward the car line.
 The sleet had stopped but the wind was colderl. Ahead a man was coming toward them. Janet scarce- ly noticed him until he was almost beside them. The man stopped sud- denly. caught Janet's arm.
 Let's have that handbag?" he mum bled gruffly.
 She saw the short black cylinder of a gun barrel and at the same moment heart Roses scream.
 (To Be Continued)
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