The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-10-20
CHAPTER TWENTY

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"a Travellers Aid and wearing
the official badge Of that organiza-
ton. approached Pat as she entered
the New York terminal. Are you
Pat Waring from Memphis?" the
woman asked. Il have a telegram
for her"
Pats heart leaped, but she was
a clever little actress and her ner-
vousness was not apparent. She
glanced indiferently at the tele-
gram and shook her head.
My name is Rosa Lee" she said
pleasantly.
The woman hesitated, still cycling
Pat doubtfully.
There was another blond girl in
my car" Pat said easily. Just
about my size, too She looked
back and saw that the blond girl
who had sat near her was exam
lining her luggage.
Thank you said the Travellers
Aid representative and moved on.
Pat started off calmly but quickened
her steps a moment later
Il want a taxi in a hurry" she
told the red cap. She breathed a
sigh of relief a moment later
when she was spinning along the
streets in the cab. So the family
had sent a wire, no doubt pleading
with her to come back Well, she
wouldn't go back. If they only
knew what torture it had been!
Already she was feeling better,
as though she had left the old Pat
behind and had assumed a new
identity. She would write tonight
telling her mother not to worry,
but she would not give them her
address until they became accus-
toned to the idea of her being
away. more confident that she could
take care Of herself.
THERE was no lOnelier, more
Il troubled girl in all New York
than Joan Waring when she moved
along with the crowd through the
gates into the big railway station
Searching the lobby, she saw the
Travellers Aid desk, identifying it
by the lighted globes, the two hemis-
pheres which symbolic the agency'S
far-reaching service.
Joan spoke to the alert, pleasant
faced woman at the desk. I'm
Joan Waring from Memphis. 1
wired about my sister"
Yes. Miss Waring. We received
the telegram and we believed we
had found your sister but"
"She isn't here?' Joan cried.
we stopped a girl who answered
the description but she said she was
not Pat Warning. Perhaps we should
have held her, but she talked so
naturally and said there was
another blond girl in the same
coach. This other girls relatives
appeared while Miss Bell was ques-
tioning her.
What was the first girl like?"
Joan asked unhappily.
The woman began a careful
description of Pats dark blue suit,
curly blond air, and small hat. Even
before she mentioned the heavy sill
yer locket with fiat links. Joan
was nodding miserably. Tears rolled
unheeded down her cheeks.
That was Pat she said. "She
has lots of pOise for her age. but
she's really inexperienced I'm so
frightened. so afraid of what may
happen"
Nothing will happen the older
woman treasured her. From Miss
Bells description, I feel sure your
sister will take very good care Of
herself. She has fundS?"
she could take care of herself
for a month or six weeks on what
she has
BY that time she may find work
If she doesn't. she Will decide
sensibly, no doubt. to take a train
home, or at least communicate with
your family
THE brisk, matter-o-fact. cheer
Il full voice helped. but Joan
knew that as soon as she was alone