The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1940-04-25
CHAPTER u-COntinued


The maid went off shaking her
head at the ways of the young wom-
en- Of today.
Lynn stood there for long time
after the maid left. Then she went
to the clothes closet. With sudden
determination she chose a gingham
dress which she was sure cost little
and she found some white low-heeled
sandals. She put on the simple
frock and went over and looked at
herself IN the mirror.
There, Mr.. Wild" she said aloud
sticking out her tongue as she spoke.
That seemed to relieve her feel
ings for a little, but soon she dis
solved into tears again.
II can't stay herel" She turned
suddenly. It could not be so terribly
late. Not more than midnight. She
looked again out into the night. She
could get back to West Palm Beach
somehow. Then what? How could
she get back to New York? And if
she did?
Lynn paced up and down the room
for a while. It seemed to be snoth-
ering her. She opened the door out
into the hall. All was quiet. No
matter what happened, she was 60
ing! She got the so cents out of Hell
ems purse, put it carefully in her
pocket. Then she went to the desk
and wrote a note:
please see that this frock and
bag are returned to Helen McNair.
Thank you" That was all.
She put the note and the garments
on the bed, walked to the door and
tiptoed quietly out.
When she got to the street she
felt quite forlorn. She began walk
ing. It would be long hike across
the bridge.
On that long promenade toward
Royal Palm Way many cars drew
up beside the slim little blonde.
Finally taxi came along. In de-
spair 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 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.
81 haven't enough money for you
to take me further" she called to
the driver.
''Tn be good sport and drive
you home, grille, just for luck" he
retorted.
''No, thank you'll" But she was
touched at his kindness. Homei 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 one o'clock. Lynn felt I'M
comfortable on the street when she
passed police officer, who looked
at her curiously. So alarmed was
she, she bolted into the first restau-
rant she saw and sat down at the
counter.
Coffee" she said. Here would
60 another nickel. That left 20 cents.
She could go from one restaurant
to another, then maybe when day.
light came she might have courage
to go to the Y. W. c. A. and tell her
story. But who would believe it?
The waiter brought the coffee and
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to drink the scalding stuff, but it
choked her.
Tears began to run down her
cheeks, and her fatigue made it
impossible for her to control herself.
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
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?"
"Yes."
why don't you go home? III take
your
"Ohi" 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
grateful for the dark and the quiet.
my names Lynn Morrow. sup
pose I ought to tell you that" she
managed between her sobs.
Mines Boucher, Rene Boucher.
! paint .
''Paint?"
Pictures"
"Oh. >"