The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1940-04-11
TRAILER GIRL
Bv VERA BROWN
WNU Service

too warm, the tops down on my
car"
Past the bridge he Unanswered
his car expertly through the traffic
of downtown West Palm Beach.
Lynn began to have misgivings
again about Mrs. Warren But why,
then, had she left Lynn to languish
on the beach?
Lynn instructed Terry now which
streets to take.
1t was getting dark when they
came to the trailer camp at the far
side of town.
LET me out here" Lynn pleaded.
Think I'm going to let you get
away like that? I want to know
where I can find you, young wom-
AMI" He drove on briskly, turning
into the cinder roadway between
the little trailer houses under the
palm trees.
Which way now?"
"To the left" Lynn gave up. Mrs.
Warren would have to know. 1.-THE
last one straight ahead, the maroon
one"
Terry drove slowly now. His car
came to the end of the trailers and
he stopped. Lynn gave an excla-
nation of dismay. There on the edge
of the palm trees where Mrs. War
ren's trailer had stood for two
months was an empty space.
''She's gone" Lynn's heart was
beating fast. Silly to be so excited.
She must have had the trailer
moved that afternoon. Probably
that was why she was so late.
But Lynn could not understand,
for their spot was a choice one in
the crowded camp. She and Nc
Nair sat there in the car for
moment.
Where's the office? They'll know
where the trailer is" Terry said. He
had to back out to the first camp
crossroad and Lynn directed him
to Mr.. Alexander's place. AS they
got there Lynn jumped out. AT
least this would keep Mrs. Warren
from asking too many questions.
Thank you so much, Mr.. Nc
Nair," Lynn turned to Terry.
I'D better wait and see what hap
pens"
mo, please don't. Then Mrs. War
rem won't have to know you brought
me home"
When viii I see you again."
Next Thursday afternoon" And
Lynn ran into the office.
It was hot inside, and old Alex
ander sat behind his homemade
desk reading the evening paper.
Where has Mrs. Warren's trailer
been moved to-" Lynn asked.
Looking over his glasses, the old
man started hunting for something
in his desk.
'Oh, you're the girl who worked
for Mrs. Warren. She's gone" He
said the words casually as he con-
tinued his search.
Gomez" Lynn repeated the word
as though she did not know what it
meant. Gone where?"
Here's letter she left for you"
He found the missing document and
handed it to Lynn. Slowly she
opened it. It was penciled scrawl,
evidently written in a terrific hurry,
and Lynn could scarcely make it
out.
Don't go to the police. I am
sending your clothes and two weeks
pay to my attorney in New York.
had to do this" A card was in
closed, giving the address of Clar-
ence Mortimer in the Empire State
Building. That was all.
what am l going to do?" Lynn
was unaware she spoke aloud. Old
Alexander pretended he did not
hear. He was so acutely embar-
raised Lynn wanted to laugh.
'I'm getting hysterical." She
turned blindly and tunbled out into
the night. She shivered in her thin
beach robe Once outside she leaned
against the himsy porch post. Her
feet would not take her further.
What was she going to do? Stranded
here in her bathing suit with so
centSl
She was trembling now in COM
plete panic And she did not hear
Terry calling her name. He got out
of the car and came over to her.
How'd you make out?" He could
not see her face; saw only the
white blur of her.
"Where'd your boss go?"
ST don't know"
ITO BE CONTINUED