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ter somewhere. Asked where she
lived, she said "Nowhere," and told
'her brief little story between drysobs
He took her-to a small hotel which
the cabman, with -a leer, suggested
The character of the- place troubled
Sullivan no whit. He- wanted to see
the girl comfortable, and fed, and
more than all, mentally normal again.
-There was no lift. He and a portier
. assisted her up the stairs, and laid
her on a ied in a tawdy little room.
Although it was after two in the
morning, the portier brought some
hot soup, and Sujli van, .drawing up
a chair, fed her by spoonfuls.
Tilly lay back with closed eyes
and onen. childish mouth. When
'the soup was done, she looked at
- "I didn't know there were men like
you in the world." She held out her
hand to him, and he took it between
both of his. -"I
thought all men were rotters,"
she said, sighing happily. "You
you're the best man I have ever
known." Sullivan' flushed, uncom
"I guess the average is higher
than you think," he said., "Sure you
are warm' enough?"
"Foot feel better?"
"It aches some," she admitted. .
v "Don't you think -you had better
lake off your shoe and look at it?"
"I will " "she hesitated. "If yon
will turn your back."
" Sullivan gravely"went to the win
dow and stood, his back to her, while
she took off her"Bhoe with a sigh of
relief, and then her" stocking. The
foot was swollen. "It looks pretty,
bad. Would you perhaps ''you'd bet
ter look and see of it is poisoned?"
Sullivan' came over and looked
dbwn judicially. Then he stooped
and poked lightly at the swelling-with
awkward fingers. -"It looks bad
enough, poor little foot!'' he said
gently. "We'll have a doctor to looo.
at it in the mdrning."
' "I can't lose it,'-' wistfully, "If I,
can't dance again, I" Her chin
Sullivan looked at her. '
"What if you can't dance again?"
Tilly met "his eyes.
"I'll starve to death," she said sim
She went to sleep almost immet
diately af ter-that, one arm thrown up
over her head, the other across her
childish breast Sullivan lowered the
light, creaking around on his ties to
avoid waking her. Then he drew a
chair close beside the bed, and sat
looking at her, at her eye-lids, blue
veined and black-lashed, at the purity
of her mouth, the sweetness arid
character of her chin, at the swollen
foot, lying on a pillow, with the fine
scratches on the sole. And, with the
intuition that comes to a man so
surely because so seldom, Sullivan
knew that the scratches were all of
evil that Tilly had carried away from
the Bal Tabarin. ,
Heavy footsteps outside on the
tiled corridor" threatened to rouse the
girl- from her sleep. He rose and
stood looking down at her. He had
an impulse to stoop and kiss her on
the forehead, but he did not. Instead,
he carried his chair-into the' hall and
sat' down, sentinel fashion, just out
side the door.
The light from 'a gas lamp wavered
in the draft, faintly illuminating the
stone stairs, with their twisted Iron
baluster. Laughter and music came
up the staircase well, but he heard
neither. His thoughts had gone
ahead to a future in which this girl,
this waif he: had gathered from the
streets, should have her part; to take
her back to the homeland, to care
for her and cherish her, to see her
growing into that purity of woman
hood that was Tier birthright, and
thehi perhaps, sOme day to.jgo to her
and ask for' her love
Tillv roused from sleep at dawn,
and lay a moment, remembering.
Then with her heart beating fast, she
limped i& the- door and opened it