The Washington times., 1937-12-09

nike across the bridge. She
trudged along trying not to think.
Shortly car drove up beside her.
What lift?" a masculine voice
asked.
Lynn did not turn, just marched
on, head high. Finally the car
drove on. The young man had
got discouraged.
IT ever get out of this place
I'll never, never come back!" She
was crying now, from fatigue. and
her head ached badly. On that
long promenade toward Royal
Palm way many cars drew up be.
side the slim little blonde.
Halls TAXI
Finally q taxi came along. In
despair she hailed it.
How much to take me across
the bridge?" she asked.
twenty-five cents across, IS
cents in West Palm Beach," he
said
Desperate, she got in. Once
she thought she saw Austin's car
drive by. Then she decided she
was wrong. What a horrible
person he was! She shut her eyes
and tried to rest little. It took
the cab only a short time to get
across the bridge.
II haven't enough money for
you to take me farther" she called
to the driver.
I'll be a good sport and drive
you home. grille, just for luck"
he retorted.
mo, thank you!" But she
was touched az his kindness
Home! If anybody else said that
word to her she'd break down
completely.
The driver let her out near a
street car. She paid him, and kept
her precious quarter. It was now
well toward / o'clock.
Lynn felt uncomfortable on the
street when she passed a police
officer, who looked at her curl.
ously. So alarmed was she, she
bolted into the first restaurant
she saw and sat down at the
counter.
Coffee" she said. Here would
go another nickel. That left 20
cents. She could go from one
restaurant to another, then maybe
when daylight came she might
have courage to go to the Y. w.
C. A. and tell her story. But who
would believe it?
She leaned her aching head on
her hand, unaware that people
were looking at her. Lynn was
the kind Of girl at whom people
always look.
There was something arresting
about her, even in the simple
gingham dress. "She had class"
is the way Terry explained it.
The waiter brought the coffee
and waited for his money. Lynn
tried to drink the Scalding stuff.
but it choked her.
II must make this last a long
time" Tears began to run down
her cheeks, and her fatigue made
it impossible for her to control
herself.
A FRIEND HELPS LYNN
She had not noticed a young
man in a turtle-necked sweater
who had come in and was sitting
beside her.
Whats wrong?" he asked.
Lynn could not answer. The tears
came faster.
Better drink that coffee and
get out of here. Comet he said
in a matter-of-fact voice.
Hypnotized, Lynn walked out be-
side the strange young man, deeply
grateful to have somebody to walk
along the street with her.
Sorry, are you in a jam?"
Eyes"
why don't you go homer I'll
take you'll"
"Oh!" Lynn stopped. please
don't say that!"
Here's my Lizzy. Get in. You
can sit there until you stop crying.
You can't walk around West Palm
Beach weeping all over the place
without people noticing it." That
seemed logical enough. Lynn was
"ateful for the dark and the
quiet.
MY names Lynn Morrow. I
suppose I ought to tell you that"
she managed between her sobs.
Mines Boucher, Rene Bou-
chier. / paint"
"Paint?"
Pictures"
"Oh."
where do you work." he asked.
Il don't"
Where do you hve?"
More tears. I'm stranded, here
in Florida! If I only could get
back to New York. I haven't even
any clothes.
II say, that's bad"
"Yes."
What are you going to do9"
"I don't know. I've got Just 90
cents to my name"
Il haven't much more" Bou-
chier got out a vile-smelling pipe
and lighted it He pulled away
meditatively.
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