i :..—=. : JO ELLEN By ALEXANDER. BLACK. copyright. 19:4. _1_—— -' (Continued From IrMrrdtjr.l Jo Ellen did And a special meaning In his way of taking her hand, or at least a stronger touch, as if what he was thinking was nearer to the hand i —not so much as if he were dreaming and reaching out under some vague need for an accompaniment. He wasn't actually going over to the war Just now, and his feeling about the •illghty momentousness of the depar ture seemed exaggerated. He always ; wanted her to see more meaning In « things than she really could see; or * perhaps it was that he wanted her to f say what she saw and felt, when feel * ings svere a busy enough matter in J themselves. ‘‘I’ll be telling you about the camp," J ho said, "and how everything goes.” r "It'll be rough work,” said Jo Ellen. “Yes, And you’ll tell me about Mr. Trupp and—" “Not a word.” Jo Ellen Insisted, f, “It would take too long.” "Anyway—” "Something that really happens, If " there is anything.” “Any you'll know all the time that I’m thinking a lot about—about every thing that happens to you.” “I’m sure nothing ever will happen to me—not really." “You always talk," said Marty, "as If—well, I think you'd like something doing—fearfully—like a play, may be—” "If It was real.” "Or like the war.” "I think the war’s beastly—making believe to hate one another.” “They do hate one another. That's what’s It's about." "You don't hate anybody, »and you're going to train—” "Hate—no, I suppose I don't. Ex cept—" This seemed to give Marty an idea. He interrupted himself to seize it, tightening the hold on Jo Ellen's hand. “I'd rather love some body,” he added solemnly. Jo Ellen decided that this was be cause he was going away and felt ro mantle. She knew, while she noted the bare trees in the little gulf be low, and the odd smell that came up from all the matted leaves, that he was tense and Intent. Of course, it was romantic. Wasn’t there some thing uncomfortable about romantic things when they tried to gather you in, and you had to decide or say or stop letting yourself go some simple way of your own? In a few hours he would be a soldier. This was what it meant. And there were things you considered about soldiers. You had to begin considering these things < when anyone was only going to be a soldier. This was one of the ways In which circumstances came and took hold of you. "YouTI have your Job,” she an swered him Anally. “Yes.” he said. "I’m going to tackle it hard. I’m going to make . i—good. And you're going to he with I me on It—I want to be thinking that. f X New York --Day by Day— By O. O. M’INTYRK. • New York. July 19.—The Automat • is almost as much of an institution . along Breadway as Times Square. • No revut or variety show Is complete • without Its quip about this famous ; nlckel ln-the slot eating place, hard • by the Globe theater. t It swirls with the froth of Broad ' way life—the perinatetlc ads of the ■ one-flight tailors, the rah, rah boys, ; ; the chorus girls, scrapping newsboys, • Irading men, visiting school teachers, • gamblers, ladies of the evening and ! hard-boiled gents. • No great gulf yawns between the • Automat nnd thfc smart cafe. After J the theater one sees silk hats there • as well as gleaming white shoulders. « It Is one of the melting pots of Broad I way, where all castes rub elbows and • carry their food to marble topped < tables. t The Automat is something like the • chafing dish—a frying pan crashing ■ Into the upper circles. The cashiers I with their mounta'nous high pile of ' nickels, exchange them for bills and • the customer goes from slot to slot ! Inspecting the sample enclosed In ’ glass. ; What he desires is magically shot « out of a receptacle in exchange for o ’ nickel. These are carried to the table ‘ he selects. It is food on the fly and • obeys the New York impulse— Hurry! At noon and at midnight the ’ Automat bubbles with life. There Is something engaging about • the coffee spigot. The nickel Is In I serted, the cup held under the spigot Janrt the button pressed. A spurt of «««ffee fills the cup nearly to the brim and then magically turns to cream. The cup Is never overflowing. No wallers are standing about. The * only employes are the bus boys who remove the dishes. The menu at the Automat Includes almost everything from flannel cakes and smoked sau gage to cream puffs and Welsh rare bit. Red Gallagher, for 25 years a hill poster with Rarnum and Ralley's cir cus, appeared on Broadway the other day. Red was not supreme In his art. He was more a dauher than an experienced eight sheet man, yet he managed to hold his Job. Friends who saw him In the midst of the circus season were surprised at hla being In the city. “What are you doing In town?" a friend Inquired. "They got smart with me,” he said, •'and I left Rarnum and Bailey flat Jn Pes Moines.” The heat dressed men In New York are to he found In Gasoline Alley— that rechristened Broadway mile of automobile salesmen. They are an tomoblle salesmen. Brnhmlns In the temple may cry: “Clothes don't sell cars!" yet no prospective patron can help hut he Impressed by the sarto rial grandeur of the auto salesmen. There Is a splendid background for them with the Louis some hlnr or other thrones, luxuriant groves of palms. Indirect lighting and plush curtain*. It la a fit setting for monogrammed handkerchiefs, robin's egg blue tie* and delicately striped shirts. The narcotic squad reports an In -Cirase of victims In the Tenderloin of the "black smoke"—the White Way term for opium smoking Three song writers ars reported to he confirmed addicts. One leading lady has been shle to hold her Joh only a few weeks at a time due to her craving nr "yen” for the pipe- Opium parlors are not fn Chinatown's sheaf of crooked afreets. They are to he found In *mart apartment houses. Two were recently rstded on Centrsl Tnrk West (Copyright. 1114.) You are going to be with me, aren't you?” "Of course," said Jo Ellen. "All your friends—” -More than that!” exclaimed Mar ly. Suddenly he drew closer, caught her tightly, and kissed her cheek. ”Jo Ellen . . .!” "Now you're acting foolish " She pushed him ofT. "Just because you're going away.” "To be a soldier.” Jo Ellen laughed. “A eoldier and a gentleman!" “When I get hack,” he said, “with my tunic on—we're going to be near New York before going over—I am going to forget the gentleman part of it." "Threats." "Promises.’-’ “I don't ask any promises." "No. You won't ask anything!. “That's true. . . . Well, I’m the one that won't wait to be asked. I'll al ways—we don't have friends by ask ing, do we? . . . It's wonderful how you get to know who the best friend is, how you get to know the one you've got to have—the one that makes the difference—when some thing big comes out in front of you —when you have to decide about your life—” “Yes,” said Jo Ellen, "there's ifi whole life coming.” "But It doesn't come for us alone." When he looked at her it was as if she were arrogantly alone, and a revolving universe, with himself in the front of the swinging clutter, left her unimpressed, inaccessible.. No use reaching in and trying to get any real hold on her. You sort of swung loose again. She detected a downcast look. It was a pity ho had to be sentimental. It was all pleasant enough when he wasn't that way. But he was to be a soldier. She put a hand over one of his. “We’ve got lots of work ahead of us. I've got to be in this.” Even to herself this had a very old sound—something almost funny, once it had come out. Perhaps a girl had to seem old to manage things. Yet she wasn’t feeling solemn. You couldn't feel solemn at the beginning of everything. She felt more like challenging him to a run down to the green gate. VI. Marty's first letter from the camp was a practical affair, stressing the information that would have a mili tary sound. Evidently he was elated extraordinarily. Jo Ellen could lmag ine his chest sticking out. With all this setting up and work outdoors he would look different when she saw him again, and perhaps be a bit struttish, which would make Her laugh. In later letters he offered allusion to the time when he should come to the Hill, before going across. Everything depended upon what shouid happen In the matter of the war. He began, in fact, to have that air of being subject to vast circum stances and particularly to the imme dlate pressure of authority. Jo Ellen concluded that she would not like to be in the grip of something that ordered you this way and that, and told you just when and how you were permitted to breathe. Of course, it was lucky that Marty, if he had to be gripped, could be so proudly sub missive. could get so much satisfac tion out of that "we" way ql thinking.” Jo Ellen’s attitude toward the "we" of things was to have discomforts. Mrs. Trupp. for instance, had an eagerness to wear something. Mrs, Trupp was not so fat as Mr Trupp, hut her amplitude expressed a harmony with his; which Jo Ellen thought could not be quite tradi tional. She fancied that fat men always had thin wives. The second time Mrs. Trupp came in—the first visit was brief and obviously for the purpose of objectifying Mr. Trupp's selection—she had begun telling Jo Ellen about Mr. Trupp. He was. It appeared, rather a trying man. Peo ple might not think so. He was so agreeable to everybody. But he was trying. For one thing, he was care less i^iout his eating. When she could feed him he was ail right. But he lunched with people and had no sense at. such tlnles. The results were fearful for his insides. She described these results minutely. And then about his clothes. He had no inkling of order; none at all. Never knew where anything was. Probably It was the same at the office. Anyway, he had 4 distressing habit of shedding things at home—dropping them as If nothing had a place. Ph king up aft er him kept a person busy. If she ever was away for a week or so, as when she went to visit her sister in Malden, the place became a sight. When he tried to be orderly lie was worse. It was Inconceivable that a man could have so little judgment, for example, about putting pants away. She sometimes told him he had better leave them out. He was exasperating, too, about money; good, you might say, at making it, but no sense about spending it. People cheated him a good deal. His rela tives were simply extraordinary. Wil ton was had enough, but there were rascals In the lot, and some female hangers-on that—well, it was a puzzle why the Lord made such tiresome people. "Then there's his clubs,” said Mrs. Trupp. "VVhat does he get out of them? Not a thing. Just places to gab in. And me sitting alone, and tired of the magazines. Thinks clubs are good for business; that an Insur ance man has to mix. and all that rot. I tell you, my dear, being a wife to a man's exhausting.” It often occurred to Jo Ellen that (die might have had an Inadequate Idea of Mr. Trupp without the help of his wife. Yet, evidently, two views might not always make a total. When you worked for a man you felt about hint as Jo Ellen did. When you were married to him you felt ns Mrs. Trupp did. Perhaps you couldn't really add the two views together and find Mr Trupp. Sometimes it seemed that one view might have lo ha subtracted from the other, and this was con fusing. During the inclement periods Mrs Trupp seldom drop|>ed in. She cane more frequently In the spring In the summer she sat in range of the electric fan and talked about war work. She decided to put In some hourR every other day helping with bandages. There was a thing you could wear with a red cross on it that appealed to her. She never could knit, but once In a while she tried ii again. She understood the govern ment had forgotten all about socks. Imagine those poor l>oys in winter . . ! 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