The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1940-08-21
CHAPTER ONE

! SWEET.
CHAPTER ONE
The girl seated on the stone
bench in the Pennsylvania Station,
New York City. was nervous. there
wasn't any doubt about that. She
tried to read her magazine, glanced
through the first paragraph or
two, glanced again At the big clock
high on the wall
Only 10 minutes until the great
iron doors would swing open and
the passengers from the middle
west come streaming into the
waiting room. piloted by an army
of red-caps working with the ut
most speed and precision to get
the hundreds of passengers into
the waiting tsxis or busses and
off TO their various points Of des-
tination.
The girl in the shabby coat knew
that In the army of arriving pas
sengers there would be one face
she would recognize instantly.
It all seemed like such a fairy
story.
Here she was-June Radzell-
with perhaps a whole dollar In her
pocket. and presently. through
those iron doors would come a girl
her own exact counterpart
beautiful. wealthy. with everything
in life any girl could desire or hope
for.
June's hand trembled as she
searched through her worn bag for
Joan Radzell's letter.
Finding 1t. June read the PEN
ciled words az eagerly as though
she had not read them a hundred
times before.
The letter said, in part. PLEASE
meet me. Surely well know each
other. I'm In great trouble. I fee
as though no one in the world car
help me but you. Here at HON,
they think I'll be in Philadelphi,
at my sorority reunion.
And I've had a time gettin,
away from everyone. Surely yor
can get away long enough to NEE
me. Answer In the usual way"
The letter on handsome. engrave,
stationery was signed merel,
Joan"
As she read the thing June Rad
zell had been expecting happened
The great iron gates were swun,
open by a blue-uniformed man.
June thrust the letter back Ii
her pocket, went to the swingin,
door and stood watching as IN,
passengers came streamin,
through the open gate.
Her thoughts were racing ner
vously. She and Joan had beer
almost a year old when they wer,
separated Nineteen years ha,
passed. but June knew she woul,
recognize her sister even II the,
did not look alike.
Something in her pounding hear
would tell her which girl out of ,
world Of girls would be her yer,
own counterprt-her other self
her twin sister.
But June was not quite prepare,
for the radiance of the girl VIII,
came swinging down that platform
A redcapped colored boy carrie,
her bags-handsome, sleek, initial
ed baggage that bore evidence o
fastidiousness and wealth. Tn
girl herself was a picture in he
modish printed dress topped wit
luxurious. gray fur coat.
A bunch Of violets nestled In tn
soft. rolling collar. And the girl
small gray yelled hat atop he
fluffy brown hair seemed to &C
centuate the red dsrting lights 4
her wide brown eyes.
Tiny gray suede shoes carrie
the slim girl on triumphant fee
Her red lips were parted in a
eager smile.
And II she noticed that I'll
cringing girl who waited just out
side the big gates seemed suddenl
shabby and ill-at-ease. the dancin
light IN the eyes of the girl jus
arriving never wavered.
She said. June! June darling
IL 1t really you ?"
And then suddenly there was n
longer a gulf OF lonely year
stretching between them.
| II was exactly as though n
swift tide Of love had built a brids
over the 10 years which separate
them. and life for each bcga
again.
They were in Josn's hotel suit
high UP from q busy New Yor
street. behind closed doors whe
their eager voices really got starte
to bridge them up to date on Il
years they'd lived apart.
1 Joan said. When did you fir
know about me, darling? ?"
| June found easy answer. "A
ways. Mother talked Of you Away
She never got over the hurt /,
leaving you. But you didn't kno
about me >"
/ Joan shook her head. Not unit
| I was is. We went abroad, yC
Observation-Disclosures and I. Gran,
mother loves France. was ed
Gated in q French convent"
/ And you didn't see your-o'
father often?"