The Washington times., 1937-07-22

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Beautiful day, miss he
observed politely.
She thought: "Of all remarks,
surely there was never one more
ironic!"
Didn't the very sunshine mock
her as she sat there, her world
about her ears?
II don't find it beautiful" she
said shortly, hardly conscious
that she spoke her thought
aloud.
"Ah, but you'll get over 1t,
miss" His clear old eyes that
had looked on far horizons for a
lifetime had. oddly enough, a
look Of understanding in them
as he turned them on her, kindly.
quietly. "Life's like that net of
mine. It gets torn in places.
But you mend it, and put out to
sea again. And all kinds of
things, the good and the bad,
come up in the CATCH"
She thought: HE saw me
crying" And tears we're very
near the surface. She stared
straight ahead at the endless
procession of tugs and river
boats, freighters, and swift
ferries that headed for their
goal.
Where was she heading?-she
asked herself.
She was adrift!
when my old missus died
three years ago come Christmas,
it was like my life had come to
an end" He had removed his
pipe, and seemed to be talking
to himself. But the boats went
out just the same in the early
morning, and me with them
and the dawns were as beautiful
over Tamalpais-and there's
healing in working"
Healing in working!
Like q beacon of hope, those
three words of promise sank into
her soul.
Life was a mending. The
broken heart, like the torn net.
could be reinforced and
strengthened. A new dawn
would await her, If she bravely
faced 1t.
I'm New York;" decided Toni.
She would go to New York.
There's healing in working!
(TO Be Continued
CHAPTER VI
Bright lights of Broadway. JOS
ting crowds everywhere. Noise.
Traffic. Newsboys yelling the
morning papers at 8 o'clock in the
evening. Street hawkers. Beg
CARS. The rush hour for the thea
ter.
Toni Goddard in the milling
crowd about the Aston Hotel. Tired
from a long day of tramping the
agencies. A search for work that
didn't lead to anything. Thou
sands of girls in the city wearing
out shoe leather similarly. She
had been in New York almost
three weeks, and the end of every
day was blank disappointment.
How much longer would her
money hold out?-she wondered.
But grim determination, not
hopelessness, was in the taut face
that was thinner than it had been
in San Francisco. Come what
may, she wouldn't go back.
She would find her place, or
die trying. Adversely was building
a new character in Toni. A quit
ter? A burden on her already bur-
dened parents? Never! Shed
scrub floors sooner than admit de-
feat.
But so many illusions had been
discarded. The Importance of a
university degree in a workaday
world was among the first. Then
her yen for writing. She had
haunted newspaper offices. They
wouldn't even give her a try-out.
There were not enough jobs for
the experienced reporters, let
alone bothering with a novice.
Stats were being cut, not en-
1arged, she was impatiently in.
formed.
Employment bureaus had the
same tale to tell. Besides, where
were her references? What was
her experience? Yes, she could
typewrite. but she had no short
hand. Didn't she realize there
were hundreds Of excellent Stenog-
raphers jobleSS?
A social secretary? Shed had
plenty of experience, giving parties,
and she knew all about entertain
ing and the correct form Of invi-
tations, and how a ball should be
run. Shrugs and snubs greeted
these efforts, Would.he social sec.