I JO ELLEN By ALEXANDER BLACK. Copyrlrtt, lt.4 I (Continued From Yrstordjiv■) be here at the back door of a in which nobody lived might teemed a culminating Irony, if len had been a psychologist. In It changed the current of her g for the moment. It did more; ized her attention. She could ave been sure what this some was, whether a flicker in the r of one of the smeared win or an effect in the door. The was In the shadow of a roofed between the house and the ler kitchen, and she had a sense ended movement, as though It have been slightly open and fully closed again. ) boys had found a way of get lnto the house, and Billy, for tad been firmly forbidden to vio ts Integrity as a locked place, len knew that at this juncture was In the pirates' cave. I went to the door and tried the s. it was a surprise, to have It [ freely. The winter kitchen, dusty, and with the unaired stared hack at her, From the e of the floor the dining room d repeated a like stare. When ihadow at her feet showed the closing of the door behind her, len turned sharply and saw the made a strange movement with and. She could get this much e being able very clearly to him out. hat do you mean by that?" lemanded, advancing meanwhile ich the door knob. shifted his position until his was against the door, t me say something to you," lis answer. could see him clearly now; a r man, tallish, with rather rc ible blue eyes, a jaw that would nemhered. and lips that seemed it. He was without hat or coat, lde of his soft collar was streak th dust. There was rust on the ruffs of his shirt. "We'll open the door first," said Jo Ellen, "if you don't mind.” Her hand went forward in a deter mined way. "But I do mind.-’ he said, without moving, "you needn't he afraid of me. I-" “Let me get this door open,” com manded Jo Ellen. She tugged at the knob until the door bumped his heels. “Look here, kid!" He caught her wrist with an unequivocal grip. “Listen. Don't he a little fool. I want—-— "We'll see who's the fool." and Jn Ellen accomplished an astonishing T.iggle, an utterly unbelievable wrig gle, that brought her other hand close to the edge of the door. "I wish you wouldn’t do that,” he Bald, without changing position, and /-t New York --Day by Day VJ By rt. O. M’IN'TYRE. New York, June 2S.—Among the most courageous workmen in Gotham are the "sandhogs.” They are men who dally risk their lives under the Hudson river. They are encased in a shield that worms its way through the muck of the river’s bottom. In case of a break in the shield I they are doomed to suffocate in the inflow of mud. The bravery of the "“■■ndhogs" is really responsible for tunnels that span the river. Hun ts have had narrow escapes and • large number have been trapped. The "sandhogs" are sturdy, hairy •bested men w Ith booming voices. They are as husky as the toughest lumber jack. And they*live to them selves in the water front boarding houses. Very few of the "sandhogs" ere married. They dress in corduory trousers and flannel shirts and are inveterate ehewers of tobacco. The pay for. the "sandhog” is sometimes as high ns $20 a day. He must accustom him self to darkness down in the subter ranean depths. His chief physical danger outside of a break in the shield is what is known as "the bends." This is a form of body cramp that contracts the body in the agony of terrible suffering. fnless the victim Is brought hurriedly to air h' dies In a frightful seizure. Several years ago 22 "sandhogs” were seized with "the hends." In their agony they attacked each other and for a half hour they battlpd in the pit, screaming, biting, kicking and clawing. All were unconscious when they reached the fresh air. The "sandhogs" are men with un usual taciturity. Even among them selves they epeak only in monosylln hies. Their attitude in life seems to he that as ail are playing the most 0-amm ]n n crisis It is each the famous chef of the Wal dorf, eate only one meal a day. He partakes of this In the evening. He attributes h!s unsual health to this eustdm. Almost Invariably noted chefs of Now York have surplus flesh snd yet they :>re as Invariably small enters. It Is told that one of the highest-priced cl.efs In town has a colored cook from Ceorgla who pre pares his meals In an extremely plain fashion. A chef becomes very much like the girl at the candy counter. He may sell his wnr»s, hut he does not care to partake of them himself. It la the fashloh in New York to ballyhoo food with floss and glitter. An order of bacon and eggs Is brought In on a huge silver platter with shin ing half circular top. There Is the usless water cress decoration snd other fol-de-rol. For a cup of coffee one must watrh the bubbling percri lator at the side of the plate wonder ing any moment whether or not It will explode. I think the chefs grow tired of food because they have to spend so much of their time primping It. Columbus Circle Is Manhattan's merry-go-round. When night comes to this upper reach of the great white way there Is an incessant whirl of motor lights seemingly whirling around am* around. Twcntyfour traf fic pollcerna* guide the maelstrom of traffic herb at night. Many motors shoot off ln»i the pnrk and others up Broadway There are fewer acci dents at Columbus Circle than nny oj.'jtr trafflo point In the city. ■pit wns discovered the other day that a bellboy in a New York hotel rode to work In his car. He cuts quite a figure in the cafes nt night, too. He Is Just one of scores that * hope hells to play the larger game - that of purveying llllelt liquor to patrons. fOeurgtht, 1*24.) Jo Ellen at once became aware of a fact that remained vividly with her thereafter, one that had a startling significance. This was the fact that he now held her wrist at an angle and with a firmness that left her quite helpless. • Nothing like this had ever hap pened to her. She had thrown Bud Blakely, who waj half a head taller than herself; she had wrestled with Uncle Ben until he was gasping. O yes! she had preformed prodigies of wriggling at one time or another. And here she was held out like a fish on a string hv the left hand of a man who seemed to be taking no trouble at all. She looked up into the blue eyes with what should have been indig nation, but actually was an astonish ed awe. VII. However, one could not afford to he awed for very long. "Let me go!” she said, In a whis per that had all of her anger quiver ing at the edge of it. "If you'll let the door alone.” He succeeded in making this sound very clear and final. "You see,” he said, "that door . . , anybody might see it open . . . like you. Can't risk that. Makes this damned place like an oven. I slept out there last night." He jerked his head to indicate the yard at the hack. "But now it’s daylight. Anybody "What do you want?" asked Jo Ellen steadily. "Yes.” He released his hold. She continued to look at him fixedly. “Could you find a way of getting me a drink of water?” His voice had changed and the softening of it came ludicrously. A drink of water. If she went after it. . . . "What's the idea?" challenged Jo Ellen. "If T go out—how do you know . . . ?" "I'm taking a chance," he said. "But I'm burning up here. Since last night.” He saw her glance move to ward tlie taps in the kitchen. “Water turned off. Went after the connection in tho cellar. Rusty handle—it broke off.” "But who are you? Why did you come here? Are you hiding? "Will you lot the door adone?" "Hiding? Yes, that's It. Until to morrow morning. Until to-morrow morning ought to do the trick." He reached in his pocket, drew out a rigaret case. Last one." He stepped into the shadowy corner to strike the match. "If you’re hiding," said Jo Ellen, what are you?" He looked at her through the blue haze of the smoke. "The bulls would use bad names.” "Bulls-!” "The police.” “Then you're just a burglar?" And he laughed, not altogether with a happy effect. "No. Nothing like that.” He flicked the ash and stepped closer. “See here, kid. I'm gambling on you. I haven't done any thing. it wouldn’t do you any harm lo take my word. lint the gang of them is out to get me—for some thing I didn't do. That happens . . . when you haven't been very good. See? And I’m gambling on you to keep quiet. After you bring the drink of water-" "At night,” said Jo Ellen, "when it's dark—why couldn’t you . . . the bridge—" He shook his head. "They'd watch that if they didn't watch anything else—that and the Dyckman Street ferry. They know I got to the hill. By tomorrow *hey’ll think I slipped through. Understand?” "And you're gambling on me." “Hot to. Unless T kept you here.” "Kept me here? You'd find that quite a job.” "I'd have to hurt you." Jo Ellen considered this. "What do they call that," she asked him, "when you help hide a—a crook?” He gave her a hard look. "Who's asked you to help hide a crook? Call me anything you like, hut all I've asked you for is a drink of water. A drink. I’ve been here since last night—” "Since ten o’clock," said Jo Ellen. It was really exciting to see him start at this. "How did you know?" "I juct happened to notice some tiling from my window. I didn't think about It. Now I remember. And I can't see how you knew—in the dark —that it was an empty house." I knew it was empty." He paused for a moment. "I've been in It when it wasn’t. The place seemed pretty nearly as cheerful then. A visit, and no fancy welcome. People don't wel came a black sheep. Maybe you never saw a black sheep. Maybe you haven't any in your family." Jo Ellen tried to grasp this "I'll make it short," he said. "Simms is an uncle of mine." ”1 see.” "I’ll bet you don’t,” he said, fling Ir.g away the last of the cigarette. He took out a soiled handkerchief and mopped ills neck. “You think I'm ly ing. A liar and a crook. That wouid put you in hard luck." "You’re Stan," said Jo Ellen. “Then I'm not lying" "I've heard of Stan." “Does that mean I won't get the drink of water?" "I can do better than bring water. Somebody—I'll bring a wrench to turn the thing.” "You’re a good sport," said Stan. "You’re—” She saw his eyes fix themselves under the frown. He seemed to stop breathing or at least to be suddenly set. She followed the direction In u hlch he stared and saw a face at one of the windows. It was Emma Traub, her mouth open and her nose flattening against the glass. In an in stant the image melted as If wiped away by a gesture with a cloth., ■'Hell!'’ came out of the Stillness. Jo Ellen shrugged nervously. “She doesn't matter.” The thick, hot silence scttlpd again. I'll be back in a minute with the wrench." she said moving to the door. He glanoed at her intently, and her look answered his. "Keep your eyes open," he said. She fancied that in his own eyes there was a reluctance, if not a misgiving, though he was pretending to be off hand and confident. VIII Her mother was not in the house. Uncle Ben sat on the porch reading a newspaper. She came up at the back door (life had become full of back doors), found a wrench In the box, then paused to give considers tlon to an idea. She had thought of the collapsible drinking cup when ghc thought of the wrench. There was no reason why she couldn't go futher. During the necessary detour from the hack door she obeyed the instruc tions that weren't needed. She kept her eyes open. Afterward she found it hard to re call precisely how she came to that other door and how she first knew that he had vanished. It had been funny to go from the cellar to one dusty room ofter another . . . even Into the clothes closets and the attic. She called softly. (O-oo hoo! like Mrs. Tice.) Mr. Stan was not there. The Simms family’s black sheep. 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