Classic Audiobook Collection - Anything Once by Douglas Grant ~ Full Audiobook [adventure]

Episode Date: November 18, 2022

Anything Once by Douglas Grant audiobook. Genre: adventure When Lou Lacey, a tough, undersized teenage girl with a bundle of stolen provisions and nowhere she is willing to call home, slips through a wheat field to the road, she finds a young man unconscious in the dust with blood on his temple. He introduces himself as James (Jim) Botts, a New Yorker in battered travel clothes and on a strict deadline to reach the city on foot, with pride and principle leaving him little room to ask for help. Lou patches him up and, before either of them can decide whether to trust the other, circumstance forces them into an uneasy partnership. Together they push eastward from small villages toward Buffalo and then New York City, measuring each mile in hunger, fatigue, and hard choices. Along the way they meet strangers who offer bargains, scams, kindness, and temptation in equal measure, and the pair must learn how to navigate trains, roads, and the unwritten rules of survival without money to spare. As Jim's private purpose collides with Lou's secret fear of being claimed and controlled, their journey becomes a test of identity, loyalty, and what it really means to be free, even for just one more day. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 1 (00:19:21) Chapter 2 (00:49:07) Chapter 3 (01:06:20) Chapter 4 (01:24:09) Chapter 5 (01:42:03) Chapter 6 (02:01:36) Chapter 7 (02:25:10) Chapter 8 (02:49:59) Chapter 9 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Anything Once by Douglas Grant Chapter 1 A Roadside Meeting The white dust, which lay thick upon the wide road between rolling fields of ripened grain, rose in little spirals from beneath the heavy feet of the plodding farm horses, drawing the empty hay wagon, and had scarcely settled again upon the browning goldenrod and fuzzy milkweed, which bordered the rail fences on either side,

when Ebb Fischel's itinerant butcher jitney rattled past. Ebb Fissel's eyes were usually as sharp as the bargains he drove, but the dust must have obscured his vision. Otherwise, he would have seen the man lying motionless beside the road, with his cap in the ditch, and the pitiless son of harvest time caking the blood which had streamed from an ugly cut upon his temple. but the meat-cart jolted on and out of sight and for a long time nothing disturbed the stillness except the distant whirring of a reaper and nearer buzzing of a fat inquisitive blue-bottle fly which paused to see what this strange thing might be

and then zoomed off excitedly to tell his associates at length there came a dry rustling in the tall standing wheat in the field on the opposite side of the road and ahead and shoulders appeared above the topmost fence rail. It was a small head covered with toe-colored hair, which had been slicked back and braided so tightly that the short, meager cue curled outward and up in a crescent, as though it were wired, and the shoulders beneath the coarse blue-and-white striped cotton gown were thin and peaked.

The girl darted a swift, furtive glance up and down the road and suddenly thrust a bundle tied in a greasy apron between the rails, letting it fall in the high dusty weeds by the roadside. Next she climbed to the top of the fence, and for a moment perched there, displaying a slim length of coarse black stocking above clumping square-toed shoes, at least two sizes too large for her. She looked like a very forlorn feminine Monte Cristo,

indeed, as she scanned the world from her vantage point, and yet there was a look of quiet satisfaction and achievement in her incongruously dark eyes, which told of a momentous object accomplished. Then all at once they stared and softened as she caught sight of that still figure lying across the road, and in two bounds she was beside him and lifted his head against her sharp knees. She noted only casually that he was a clean-shaven, tanned young man, with brown hair bleached by the sun to a warm gold, and that he wore shabby weather-beaten clothes.

Had she realized that those same worn, faded garments bore the stamp of one of New York's most exclusive tailors, that the boots were London made, and the golf stockings which met the Corderoi Knickerbockers came from one of Scotland's famous mills, it would have meant just exactly nothing in her young life. Her immediate attention was concentrated upon the jagged gash, which ran unpleasantly close to his temple,

and which had begun to bleed afresh as she raised his head. The girl looked about her again, and saw that a short distance ahead the road was bisected by a bridge of planks, with willows bordering it at either side. She pulled at the strings which held a blue sunbonnet dangling between her narrow shoulder blades, regarding the sleazy headgear ruefully, and then spying the cap in the ditch, she deposited her burden gently upon the grass once more and scrambled over to investigate her find. The cap had an inner lining of something which seemed to be like rubber,

and the girl flew off down the road to return with her improvised bowl, filled with clear, cold spring water. Dropping on her knees beside the unconscious figure, she poured the contents of the cap over his face and head. The young man sputtered, gasped, moaned a little, and opened astonished brown eyes upon her. "'How the devil did you come here?' he asked, ungallantly. "'Over the fence!'

Her reply was laconic, but it bore. an unmistakable hint that further query along that line would be highly unwelcome. Just you lay still while I get some more water and I'll tie up that head of yarn!" The young man's hand went unsteadily to his aching brow and came away brightly pink, so he decided to take this uncomely vision's advice and remained quiescent, wondering how he himself had come to be there and what had happened to him. According to the map, he had surely been on the right road, yet it had as assuredly not looked like this one.

The other had been a broad state highway, while this, he closed his burning eyes to shield them from the glare of the sun, and a confused memory returned to him of that invitingly green, shady pasture, which had tempted him as a shortcut toward the next village, and of something which thundered down upon him from behind and lifted him into chaos. Good lord, and he only had six days left. You'd better take a drink of this first, and I can use the rest on your head. A composed, practical voice advised by his side,

and he looked up gratefully into the snub-nosed, freckled face of his benefactress as she held the brimming cap to his lips. He drank deeply, then struggled to a sitting posture, his face whitening beneath its tan, at the sudden wrench of pain which twisted the muscles of his back. Can you hold the cap steady? The girl thrust it into his hands without waiting for a reply, and, sitting down with her back to him,

calmly turned back the hem of her gown and tore a wide strip from the coarse but immaculately white cambric petticoat beneath. Dipping it into the water, she bandaged his head, not unskillfully, and then rose. There, I got to get you over to the shade of them trees, or you'll have sunstroke. Wait till I fetch something.

She ran across the road and returned with her greasy bundle under one arm, offering the other to him with a gesture as frank as it was impersonal. lean on me and try to get along and please kind of hurry she added the last with a note of sudden urgency in her tones and the same furtively darting glance with which she had swept the road from the fence top but the young man was too deeply engrossed with his painful effort to rise to observe the look although her change of tone aroused his curiosity was this scrawny but good-natured kid afraid some of her people would catch her talking to a stranger by the roadside? Somehow he managed to hobble, with her aid, across the little bridge and down the bank of the swiftly racing brook at its father's side to a nest in the dense thicket of willow-shoots, which completely screened them from the road. The girl eased him down, then upon the sward, and, seating herself beside him,

unrolled the apron she had carried. It's the ham that greased it all up like that, she remarked. I'd have brought a pail, only I didn't want to take any more and I had to. The young man gasped with astonishment as the contents of the apron bundle were exposed. A whole ham glistening with the brown sugar in which it had been baked, a long knife, a huge loaf of bread, and wrapped separately, in a piece of newspaper, a bar of soap, a box of matches, and a bit of broken comb. When there's lots of them, ham sandwiches, together with spring water, ain't so bad,

and it's near noon, the girl observed, beginning to cut the loaf into meager slices with a practiced hand. I should have made them thicker, but I forgot. A starving gleam had come into the young man's eyes, at the sight of food, but he paused with the sandwich halfway to his lips to glance keenly at his companion. "'You've enough here for an army,' he declared. "'Were you taking it to men working in the field somewhere?' "'No,' she replied, without hesitation, but, with the same error finality with which she had

responded to his first question, "'you can rest easy here till sundown, when the men begin to come in from the harvestin, and then, if you holler real loud, some of them will maybe stop and give you a lift on your way. There's a railroad about four miles from here, and the slow freight goes by along about ten. The slow freight? So the girl thought he was a tramp. The young man smiled and glanced down ruefully at his shabby attire. Well, so had others thought whom he had encountered in his journey. But who and what was the girl herself? She had asked no questions as to how he had come to the condition in which she found him, but had nursed his hurt, brought him to this cool resting place, and was sharing her food

with him as unconcernedly as though she had known him all her life. That quantity of provisions, the package of humble toilet articles, and her furtiveness and hate, to get away from the open road all pointed to one fact the girl was running away but from whom or what she had taken him at his face value and he had no right in the world to question her at least without giving some sort of account of himself i have no intention of traveling by rail he assured her a little while before you found me i don't quite know how long i don't quite know how long i i was crossing that pasture which adjoins the wheat-field thinking that this road might be a short cut to hudson dale when something came after me from behind and budded me over the fence i think my head must have been cut open by striking against a stone for i don't remember anything more until you poured that water over my face the girl nodded i seen the stone with blood on it right near you you must have bumped off it and turned over she averred anybody who goes traipsen through old terwilliger's pasture is apt to meet up with that bull of his so she had reasoned his predicament out without asking any of the questions that another girl would have heaped upon him he turned to her suddenly with a fresh spark of interest in his eyes

how did you know that i didn't belong here he demanded the corners of her lips curled upward in a comical little grimace of amusement and he realized that before they had been set in a straight line far too mature for her evident use youth. No grown men round these parts wear short pants, and anyhow, I knew you were different from the way you talk. Something like the welfare workers with the hell and brimstone left out, the girl replied soberly, I'm going to talk like you some day. It was the first remark she had made voluntarily concerning herself, and he was quick to seize his advantage. Who are you, young lady? You've been awfully kind to me, and I don't know to whom my gratitude is due.

Not to anybody, she turned her head away slightly, but not before he saw a flush mount beneath a superficial coating of freckles, and marveled at the whiteness of her skin. Hers was not the leathery tan of the typical farmer's daughter, inured to all the weathers, yet her hands although small were toil-worn and there was an odd incongruity between her dark eyes and the pale flaxen hue of that ridiculous wisp of a braid i didn't do any more for you than i'd do for a dog if i found him lying there her naive sincerity robbed the statement of its uncomplimentary suggestion and the young man chuckled but persisted

what is your name mine is james uh botts lou lacey it was l day you know and there was a teeny bit of lace on my dress i ain't ever had any sense she added the last with unconscious pathos in her tones but in his increasing interest and mystification the man who called himself bots was unaware of it what on earth could she mean about l day and if she were running away why did she appear so serenely unconcerned about the future as her manner indicated he felt that he must draw her out and he seemed to have hit upon the right method by giving confidence for confidence but just how much could he tell her about himself james botts's own face reddened i'm walkin to my home in new york he explained but i'm late i ought to make it by a certain date and i don't think i'll be able to since my encounter with terwilliger's bull but where do you live i mean where are you going where is your home nowhere's lou lacey replied off-handedly following with her eyes the graceful swoop of a dragon-fly over the tumbling water of the little stream. Great Scott!

The astounded young man sat up suddenly with his hand to his head. Why, everybody has a home, you know. Not everybody, the girl dissented quietly. But surely you haven't been walking the roads. There was genuine horror in his tones. Where did you come from this morning

when you found me. From Hess's Farm, back up the road apiece, she replied with her usual unemotional literalness. I've been there a week, but I didn't like it, so I came away. The welfare workers got me that place when my time was up. Her time! Good heavens!

Could this little country girl with her artless manner and candid eyes be an ex-convict? surely she was too young too simple yet the gates of hideous reformatories had clanged shut behind younger and more innocent appearing delinquents than she his eyes wandered over her thin childish figure as she sat there beside him still intent upon the movements of the glittering dragon-fly and he shuddered those horrible shapeless shoes might very well have been prison-made and the striped dress was exactly like those he had seen in some pictures of female convicts her freckles too might have been the result of only a few days exposure to the sun and he had already observed the whiteness of the skin beneath that whiteness which resembled the prison pallor could it be that her very gawkiness and frank simplicity were the result not of bubonic nature but of dissimulation every instinct within the man cried out against the thought but a devil of doubt and uncertainty drove him on i thought that didn't look like the dress of a farmer's dog he essayed to laugh but it seemed to him that there was a greater falsetto in his tones you haven't worked in the garden much either have you garden loo sniffed

they promised the welfare workers that they'd give me outdoor chores to build me up but when i got there i found i had to cook for eighteen farm hands as well as the family and weighed on them and clean up and all. Said they'd pay me twelve dollars a month, and I could take the first month's money out of the week in clothes, and for the first week all they gave me was this sunbonnet and apron. I left them the other dress and things I had, and I figured the rest of the money they owed me would just about pay for this ham and bread and the knife and soap. The comb was mine. She added the last in a tone of proud possession, and James Botts asked very soberly, "'The welfare workers found this position for you, Lou Lacey? But where did they find you?' "'Why, at the institution,' she responded, as though surprised that he had not already guessed.

"'I ain't ever been anywhere else. I've always been an orphan.' End of Chapter 1. Recording by Roger Maline. Chapter 2 of Anything Once by Douglas Grant. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline. Anything Once by Douglas Grant. Chapter 2.

Partners For a moment, James Botts turned his head away, lest she should see the deep red flood of shame which had suffused his face. Poor little skinny, homely orphan kid, thrown out to buck the world for herself, and stopping in her first flight from injustice to help a stranger, only to have him think her a possible criminal.

He was glad that his back twinged and his head throbbed. He ought to be kicked out into the ditch and left to die there for harboring such thoughts. He was a cur, and she was, See, hang it, there was something appealing about her in spite of her looks. Perhaps it was the sturdy self-reliance, which in itself betrayed her utter innocence and ignorance of the world, that made a fellow want to protect her. In his own circle, James Botts had never been known as a Sir Galahad,

but he had been away from his own circle for exactly nineteen eventful days now, and in that space of time he had learned much. His heart went out in sympathy as he turned once more to her. But at the moment, Lou Lacey seemed in no momentary need of sympathetic understanding. She was pursuing a hapless frog with well-directed shots of small pebbles, and there was an impish grin upon her face. "'How old are you?' he asked suddenly. Lou shrugged.

I don't know. About 17 or 18, I reckon. At least they told me six years ago that I was 12, and I've kept track ever since. When I was 16, though, and it was time for me to be got a place somewhere, the matron put me back a couple of years. We were getting more babies from the poor farm than usual, and I was kind of handy with them. She had to let me go now, because one of the visiting deaconesses let out that she had seen me there sixteen years ago herself and i was toddlin round then oh i missed him the frog with a triumphant plop had disappeared beneath a flat submerged stone and lou turned to note her companion's pain-drawn face i'm going to fix that bandage on your head again she declared as she sprang to her feet is your back hurting you very much not very he forced a smile but his face was grave for despite his suffering the problem which this accidental meeting had forced upon him filled his thoughts what was he to do with this girl in spite of the statement that she had kept track of her last few years he could not credit the fact that she was approximately eighteen fourteen would be nearer the guess he would have

made and it was unthinkable that a child like that should wander about the country alone he could not bear the thought of betraying her innocent confidences by handing her over to the nearest authorities it would mean her being held as a vagrant and possibly sent to the county poor farm perhaps the people with whom she had been placed were not so bad after all if he took her back and reasoned with them insisted upon their keeping to their bargain and giving her her to her bargain and giving her lighter tasks to perform. Then he remembered his own appearance and smiled ruefully. Instead of listening, they would in all probability set the dog on him. Perhaps he could persuade her to return of her own accord. The people you were working for, their name was Hess, he asked. She nodded as she finished fastening the cool compress about his forehead. said. Henry Hess and his wife, Frida, and—and Max. Something in the quality of her tone, more than her hesitation, made him demand sharply,

"'Who is Max?' "'Their son.' Her voice was very low, but for the first time it trembled slightly. "'You don't like him, do you?' He waited a moment, and then added abruptly, "'Why not?' because he's a-a beast i don't want to talk about em i don't want even to remember that such things as he is can be let live james botts turned and looked at her and then away for the childish figure had been drawn up tensely with a sort of instinctive dignity which sat not ill upon it and from her dark eyes insulted womanhood had blazed i'd like to go back and lick him to a stand still to his own utter amazement bots heard his own voice saying thickly the fire had died out of lou's face and she replied composedly what for he don't matter any more does he we're goin on the last sentence recalled his problem once more to his mind what in the world was he to do with this young creature whom fate had thought he-aunted his problem once more to his mind what in the world was he to do with this young creature whom fate had thought

thrust upon his hands. Four quarters and a fifty-cent piece represented his entire capital at the moment, and if he did put her into the hands of the county authorities, until his journey was completed and he could make other arrangements for her, it would mean a delay on his part now, when every hour counted for so much just now. Do you know how far we are from Hudsondale? he asked. Not more than two miles. The farmhands used to walk there often of an even to the movies. The girl had cleaned her knife in the brook

and was now wrapping it in the apron, together with the remains of their repast. They say that not more than twenty miles from there, you can see the big river, but I ain't ever been. That's the way I was going, he observed thoughtlessly, from Hudsondale to Highvale, and right on down the west bank of the river to New York. Lou sat back on her heels reflectively. All right, she said at last.

I ain't ever figured on goings as far as New York, but I might as well go there as anywhere, and I guess I can keep up with you now your back's kind of sprained. We'll go along together. James Botts gulped. certainly not he retorted severely when he could articulate it's utterly out of the question you're not a little child any longer and i'm not old enough to pose as your father you must think what people would say why must i her clear eyes shamed him what's it matter i guess two can puzzle out the roads better than one and if i have been in a brick house with a high fence and a playground between where never a blade of grass grew for about eighteen years it looks to me as if i could take care of myself a lot better than you can but you don't understand he groaned there are certain conditions that i can't very well explain and if i did you'd think i had gone crazy maybe lu observed noncommittally but she settled herself on the bank once more with such a

an air of resigned anticipation that he felt forced to continue. You know an army has to obey orders, don't you? He floundered on desperately. Well, I'm like a one-man army. There are a lot of rules I've got to follow. This is Monday afternoon, and I must reach New York by midnight on Saturday. That's 90 miles or more, and you could never make it in the world. I've got just a dollar and a half, and I mustn't beg, borrow, or steal, food, or a lift, or anything,

but work my way, and never take any job that'll pay me more than 25 cents. Of course, if people invite me to get up and ride with them for a little, I can accept, or if they offer me food, but I can't ask. Even the money I earn in quarters here and there I mustn't use for traveling, but only to buy food or medicine or clothes with. And the worst of it is that I cannot explain to a soul why I'm doing all this. Lou regarded him gravely and opened her lips to speak,

but closed them again, and for an appreciable moment there was silence. Well, I don't see anything in that that says you can't have somebody traven along with you, she remarked, and that odd little smile flashed. again across her face it don't make any difference to me what you can or can't do i'm footloose not until later was the meaning of that final statement to be made manifest to her companion the one fact upon his mind was that nothing he had said had moved her an iota from her original decision they would go along together well why not it was obvious that he could not send her back to the hess farm nor hand her over to the authorities his own appearance would not be conducive to confidence in his assurances if he attempted to leave her in the care of some country woman until he could return and make proper arrangements for her and the only alternative was that she must tramp the roads by herself until she found work and that was out of the question at least he could protect her and she looked wiry in spite of her skinniness

it was as possible that she might make the distance as he with his aching back but on one point he was determined when they neared the suburbs of new york he would telephone to a certain gray-haired aristocratically high-nosed old lady, and persuade her to send out her car for this waif. The child had been kind to him, and he would protect her from all harm. But not for all the gilt-edged securities in Wall Street would he have the story of his knight-errantry get abroad, nor his unprepossessing heroine of it revealed to his friends. The old lady would find some suitable position for her, and, as she evidently possessed no reputation of any sort at the moment, a six-day journey in his company could harm it no more if the truth became known

than if she had tramped upon her way alone. All right, he said, We'll be partners, and I'll do my best to look out for you. She laughed outright, a merry, tinkling little. a laugh like the brook rippling over the pebbles at her feet, and the man involuntarily stared. That was the sole attractive thing about her that he had observed. "'Reckon it'll be me that'll look after you,' she retorted. "'Oh, there's something coming. Duck in here, quick!'

Seizing her bundle, she wiggled like an eel through the willow thicket until she was completely hidden from view, and bought her. followed as well as he was able, with one hand fending off the supple young shoots from whipping back upon his wounded forehead. He had heard nothing, yet the girl's quick ears had caught the faint creaking of a cart along the road, and now a cheerful but somewhat shrill whistle came to him in a vaguely reminiscent strain. "'That's lemmattles!' Lou whispered as she reached behind him and drew the willows yet more screeningly about their trail. He's whistling Idaho.

It's the only tune he can remember. Who is he? demanded her companion. The Hess is next-door neighbor. She'll stop him right away and ask if he's seen me on the road, and they'll all be after me, but they'll never think of the old cow trail.

One of the hands showed it to me and told me it led clear to Hudsondale, and came out by the freight yards for a moment she paused with a little catch in her breath think you can make it mr botts sure he smiled and held out his hand we're partners now and i'm jim to my friends all right jim she responded indifferently but she laid her little work-worn hand in his for a brief minute come on with the bundle under her arm once more she led the way and her partner followed her to where the brook dwindled and the thicket gave place to a stretch of woodland between the trees of which a faint narrow trail could be discerned we're all right now if we can keep on going announced lew nobody comes this way any more and the feller said that the tracks runs through the woods clear to the hunky settlement by the yards "'Feeling all right, Jim?' "'I guess so.'

Jim put his hand to his side, where each breath brought a stab of pain, but brought it down again quickly, lest her swift glance catch the motion. "'It's pretty in here, isn't it?' "'It's longer,' replied Lou practically, "'and the sum's getting low. Let's hurry.' There was little further talk between them,

for jim had already discovered that his companion was not one to speak unless she had something to say and he was breathing in short snatches to stifle the pain the track wound endlessly in and out among the trees and in the dim light he would have lost it altogether more than once had it not been for her light touch upon his arm at length the track turned abruptly through the thinning trees and led down to a rough sort of road on either side of which ramshackle wooden tenements leaned crazily against each other with dingy rags hanging from lines on the crooked porches slatternly dark-skinned women gazed curiously at them as they passed from somewhere came the squalling of a hurt child and a man's oath roughly silencing it while through and above all other sounds came the bleeding of a harmonica ceaseless reiterating a monotonous foreign air the sun had set and from just beyond the squalid settlement came the crash and clang of freight cars being shunted together in spite of his pain jim realized that nowhere in this vicinity could his self-constituted companion rest for the night open fields or dense woodland were safer far for her. Let us cross the tracks and push on up that hill road a little, he suggested.

We can't stay here, and they'll think we are tramps if they catch us by the railroad. I guess that's what we are, Lou wrinkled her already upturned nose. But the country would be nicer again, if you ain't give out. He assured her doggedly that he had not. and they crossed the tracks and started up a steep hill road past the coal dump and the few scattered cottages to where the woodland closed in about them once more jim picked up a stout stick and leaned heavily upon it as they plodded along while the twilight deepened to darkness and the stars appeared the girl's step lagged now but she kept up in little spurts and set her lips determinedly at length they came to another stream a rushing mill race this time with an old mill moss covered and fallen into decay beside it and by tacit consent they sank down on the worn step i don't believe we can go any farther jim panted i guess this is as good a place as any to camp for the night and you can sleep in there he indicated the sagging door behind him

and Lou followed his gesture with a reluctant eye. Jim noted the glance, and misunderstanding it, added hastily, "'I don't believe there are any rats in there, but if you'll lend me your matches, I'll see.' "'Rats,' she repeated in withering scorn. "'There was plenty of them in the instant where I came from. I was just thinking maybe someone else was sleeping in there already.' she handed over the matches and jim pushed open the door and entered feeling carefully for rotten boards in the decayed flooring a prolonged survey by the flickering light of the matches assured him that the ancient cobwebbed place was deserted

and he turned again to the door but its step was unoccupied and nowhere in the starlight could he discern a flutter of that blue-and-white striped dress could she have run away from him at the thought a forlorn sense of loneliness swept over him greater than he had known since he had started upon his tramp she was tired out could he in some way have frightened her or had a mad spirit of adventure sent her on like a will of the wisp into the night lew he called and his voice echoed back lew all at once he noticed what he had not observed before a single light by the roadside in a clearing ahead perhaps she had gone there for more secure shelter his cogitations were abruptly interrupted by a dog's excited barking subdued by distance but deep-throated the sound came from the direction of the clearing and taking up his heavy stick jim hobbled to the road if lew had got into any trouble the barking turned to growls horrible crunching growls which brought his heart up into his throat as he broke into a run forgetting his pain he had not gained the top of the rise in the road however when the growls gave place to wild yelps and howls which rapidly diminished in the distance and presently lew appeared holding carefully before her something round and white which gleamed in the starlight.

Good heavens, he exclaimed when she neared him. What on earth have you been doing? Get on back round the other side of the mill, ordered Lou. I got to go slow or I'll spill it. What is it? But she vouchsafed him no reply until they reached a ledge of rock over the tumbling stream well out of sight of that light in the hill.

Then she set down the object she was carrying, and he saw that it was a bright tin pan, filled almost to the brim with milk. I thought it would go good with our bread and ham, she explained ingenuously. I figured from what I learned at that Hess place that they'd leave some out in the summer cellar to cream, for they ain't got any springhouse,

and they won't be likely to miss, one pan out of fifteen. Besides, there's nothing in them rules you told me that stops me from begging or borrowing or stealing either, and if I give you some of this, you ain't got any call to ask me where it come from. This feminine logic left Jim almost speechless, but he managed to gasp out, The dog, didn't he attack you? I guess that was what he intended, but I put down the the pan and fit him off." She added, with evident pride, "'I never spilled a drop either.'

"'Good Lord!' Jim ejaculated. "'I believe you'd do anything once.' "'I believe I would, provided I wanted to,' Lou agreed placidly. Then her tone changed. "'There's somebody coming up the road from Hudsondale like all in creation was after him.' indeed the sound of a horse's mad gallop up the steep road by which they had come was plainly to be heard increasing in volume and the grating jar of wheels as though a wagon were being thrown from side to side think it's a runaway jim rose and strained his eyes into the darkness at the farther end of the bridge no driver's drunk maybe lu responded the horse is dead beat and he's lashing it on listen jim heard the wild gallop falter and drop into a weary trot only to leap forward again with a wild scramble of hoofs on the rocky road as though the wretched animal was spurred on by sudden pain, and he clenched his hands. As though reading his thoughts, Lou remarked,

Only a beast himself would treat a horse that way. The folks at the farm where I was treated theirs something terrible. If he don't look out, he'll go over the side of the bridge. Jim had already started for the road in front of the mill, and Lou followed him, just as a perilously swaying land. lantern came to view, showing an old-fashioned carriage of the buggy type, containing a single occupant, and drawn by a horse which was streaked with lather. The light wagon hit the bridge with a bounce, which almost sent it careening over into

the rushing stream below, and at the same moment, Lou uttered an odd exclamation, more of anger than fear, and straightened up to her full height. "'It's Max,' she informed Jim. "'You get back behind the mill. You ain't fit to fight.' "'What do you take me for?' Jim demanded indignantly. "'Max Hess, eh, the fellow who treated you so badly back at that farm? "'I wanted to get him this morning, the hound. "'You go straight back into the mill yourself and leave me to handle him.'

but he was too late the wagon had crossed the bridge and halted in front of them so suddenly that the horse slid along for a pace upon his haunches got yer a thick voice announced triumphantly as a burly figure wrapped the reins around the whip socket and lumbered to the ground yeah i thought there was a feller in it somewheres he approached them with menacingly clenched fists but jim asked coldly are you addressing this young woman young thief you mean she's got to come but jim too had advanced a pace take that back and get in your wagon and beat it he announced distinctly with a calmness which the other mistook for mildness if your name is hess this young woman is not going back with you and i warn you now to be off So that's it, is it? The heavy voice sneered. She's my mother's hired girl, and she stole a lot of food and ran away this morning.

Comes a taking in an asylum, brat. Take that back, too, you blackguard. Jim's voice was beginning to shake. Take nothing back, except Lou. What's she doing with you anyway? Might a node shone. she was this sort. He got no further, for something landed like a hammer upon his nose, and the blood streamed down between his thick lips, choking him. With an inarticulate roar of rage,

he lowered his bull neck and drove at the other man, but the other man wasn't there. Then another light stinging blow landed upon his fat face, and he flailed out again with a force that turned him completely around, for again his adversary had danced out of his way. Every drop of bad blood in the lout was aroused now, for he was the bully and terror of his community, and he could not understand this way of fighting, nor why his own blows failed to land, when this tramp could dodge in and punish him apparently whenever he chose. Jim was many pounds lighter, and although the science of boxing was not unknown to him,

he was dog-tired, and his wrenched back agonized him at every move. The sheer weight of the other man was bearing him down, and Hess seemed to realize it, for with a grunt of satisfaction he swung in and landed a stiff body blow which staggered his adversary. hess's left eye was closed and his lips split but he hammered at his man relentlessly and at length caught him with a blow which brought him to his knees all the bully's bloodlust boiled at sight of his half-fallen victim and he drew back his heavily shod foot for a murderous kick but it was never delivered something caught that foot from behind and tripped him heavily into the dust then landed upon him like a wild cat and bit and tore at him until with a scream of pain he managed to throw it off even as he struggled to his feet it sprang again upon him kicking and clawing

and he turned quickly and scrambling into the buggy seat gathered up the reins lou stood where he had torn himself from her grasp listening to the volley of oaths and clatter of horses feet until both had been swallowed up in the distance. Then she turned to where Jim stood swaying, with one hand pressed to his side, and the blood from the reopened cut upon his forehead, making his face look ghastly in the starlight. Well, she remarked with satisfaction, I guess he got more'n he come for,

and we've seen the last of him. But Lou! There was an admiration and awe in his tones. Your method of fighting isn't in the Queensberry rules, although I must say it was effective. I was going to try to protect you, and it turned out the other way. Don't know what queen you're talking about,

nor what rules she made, but when I fight, I fight with everything I've got, Lou declared with finality. Come and let me figure it. up your head again and we'll have supper an hour later and throughout the night a slim little figure rolled in a man's shabby coat lay sleeping peacefully in a corner of the mill while on the doorstep in his shirt-sleeves and with a stout cudgel across his knees a weary man drowsed fitfully on guard End of Chapter 2. Recording by Roger Maline. Chapter 3 of Anything Once by Douglas Grant.

This Libravox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline. Anything Once by Douglas Grant. Chapter 3. The Vender of Everything. When Lou awakened the next morning at dawn, it was her turn to find herself deserted. but the fact failed to arouse any misgivings in her mind she had found in her brief experience with men-folks that they were mostly queer one way or another but this one was dependable and she felt no doubt that he would turn up when he got ready

unwrapping her bundle she took the apron soap and broken comb and wandered down the bank of the stream until in the seclusion beneath the bridge she came upon a pool formed by outjetting rocks where she performed her limited toilet then scrubbing the greasy apron vigorously she hung it on a bramble bush behind the mill to dry and scuttling across the road made for the woods back of the house where she had committed her nocturnal depredation an hour later when jim came slowly up the hill road from the direction of hudsondale he saw a tiny smudge of smoke rising from a rock well hidden in the rank undergrowth at the edge of the stream and approaching it found lou industriously brushing her coat with a broom which she had improvised of small twigs tied together beside her carefully cradled in her sunbonnet were half a dozen new-laid eggs good morning he greeted her with a little bow and sank down on the rock were you frightened to find yourself left all alone oh no i knew you would come back, she replied serenely. Then, as she noted his glance fall upon the eggs, she added in swift self-defense, You needn't think I stole those. I found them back in the woods a piece. Oh! He had carried a large paper package under his arm, and now, as he unwrapped it,

her wonderment changed to swift rapture. It contained an overall apron of bright pink check, a cheap straw hat, and a remnant of green ribbon. I ain't had a pink dress since I was ten. Her dark eyes were perilously glistening. I'd almost have died for one, but you had to wear blue after that, count of doing work round. Oh, and that hat! I can put that ribbon on it as easy as—' She halted suddenly and lowered her eyelashes, adding, "'But you hadn't any call to buy them for me. I can't pay you back right now.'

Jim's reply was irrelevant. "'Why, your eyes aren't black after all. They're violet blue, the deepest blue I ever saw.' Then he caught himself up, reddening furiously, and after a moment said in a casual tone, "'That's all right about the things, Lou.' You can pay me when you get some work to do. Now, go fix herself up, and we'll have some breakfast.

When she had disappeared into the mill, he cursed himself for a fool. The child had trusted him as a comrade. What would she think if he began paying her compliments? What had come over him anyway? He had seen women with violet blue eyes in more countries than one, beautiful women with every enhancement which breeding and wealth could bestow. It must have been sheer surprise in discovering any attribute of prettiness at all about so uncompromisingly homely a girl as poor little Lou.

With this reassuring reflection he set about replenishing the fire, and presently his companion reappeared. The large, flapping hat sat oddly upon her small head, with its tightly drawn-back hair. But the straight lines of the all-enveloping pink gown brought out the slender curves of her childish figure, and she didn't seem quite so gawky, after all, as she moved toward him over the rocks.

"'My, you look nice,' he said cheerfully. "'I've brought some rolls from—' "'We'll keep them for later,' Lou interrupted him firmly. "'There's still the end of the end of the end of the end of the world. the bread left and goodness knows where we'll eat again they breakfasted gaily drinking the remainder of the milk first and then boiling the eggs in the pan but lou's remark about their next meal had made jim think seriously of the immediate future he had assumed a responsibility which he must fulfil and his progress thus far under the handicaps he had spoken of had been difficult enough alone The little pink apron frock had cost half of his capital, the hat, twenty-five cents more, and the ribbon a dime.

Five cents, in addition for the rolls, had left him but thirty-five of the preciously hoarded pennies, and he was ninety miles from home, with a host of pretty, but formidable, restrictions barring his way, and an adopted orphan on his hands. He had been forced to turn his head sharply away when he passed the village tobacco store, for every nerve cried out for the solace of a good pipe, but he felt more than repaid for the sacrifice by Lou's honest rapture over the poor things he had been able to get for her.

Breakfast finished, and the remainder of the ham stowed away in the milk pan, they carefully skirted the house on the rise of the hill, and coming out once more upon the road they forged ahead. The strained muscles of Jim's back and side were still sore, but they troubled him less than the lack of a smoke, and for Lou it was as though a new world had opened before her eyes. The pleasant wheat-growing valley had been left behind them, and the road from being hilly grew steeper and more steep

until it became a mere rutted trail over the mountains. More or less dilapidated farmhouses, each with its patch of cleared ground, appeared now and then, and before the gate of one of these, a huge canvas-covered wagon stood, bearing the ambitious legend, Traveling Department Store, Benjamin Perkins!

A genial-looking fat man in a linen duster and a wide-brimmed hat was just clambering in over the wheel when he spied the two pedestrians gazing at the turnout and called good-naturedly, "'Wan a lift? I'm going into new hearts.' "'Thanks. That is just where we are going, too,' Jim replied promptly. "'It's awfully good of you to take us along.' "'Get right in. Plenty of room with me in the front seat here,'

the proprietor of the extraordinary department store responded heartily. Your sister'd be nigh tuckered out if you'd tried to walk her into town on a hot day like this. Jim hoisted Lou in over the big wheel, and as he climbed up beside her, the driver slapped the reins over the broad backs of the two horses, and they were off. You are Mr. Perkins, Jim asked, ignoring the assumption of Lou's relate. to him. That's me, the other glanced at the fresh bandage about the young man's head, which Lou had applied just before they started out, and inquired,

You get hurt some ways? Jim explained briefly and changed the subject with a haste, which would have been significant to a less obtuse host. You seem to have a little of everything back here in the van, Mr. Perkins. reckon i have the other agreed complacently from a spool of thread to a pitchfork and from a baby rattle to wax funeral wreaths there ain't nothin the folks hereabouts have use for that i don't carry the big automobile order trucks don't hurt my business none i've been working up my trade around here for twenty year mr perkins paused to draw pipe and tobacco sack from his pocket and jim throat twitched. After filling the pipe, the genial peddler offered the sack. Have some? Jim hesitated and his face reddened, but at last he shook his head determinedly.

Thanks, I don't smoke. Lou, who had hunched about in her seat to stare at the assorted array of articles in the body of the van, turned and looked curiously at him. surely that hard bulge in the coat upon which she had slept on the previous night had been the bowl of a pipe the eyes which jim had called violet blue narrowed for an instant in puzzled wonderment then blurred as with swift understanding she glanced down at the new pink apron and stroked it softly but jim had gone on talking rather nervously you don't get much trade around here do you not many houses in these mountains oh here and there mr perkins replied easily here and there the conversation which ensued was all greek to lou who took off her hat leaned her head against the side of the van and went peacefully to sleep she was awakened by a hand gently shaking her shoulder and found that the van had been halted in the middle of a maple-lined street before a big house which bore a sign labeled congress hotel busy little shops shouldered it on either side and a bandstand stood in the open square come down lou jim stood on the sidewalk reaching up for her hands

this is new hearts mr perkins was not in the van but as lew scrambled over the wheel he appeared from the door of the hotel young man i wish i was goin further but i ain't and i want to talk a little business with you he drew jim aside you and your sister wouldn't have been walking it in from hudson vale if you could have paid to come any other way no mr perkins jim backed away smilingly we couldn't think of-of borrowing but thanks for the ten-mile lift into new hearts glad to have your company mr perkins suddenly dived around to the back of the van and his voice came to them muffled from the depths of its interior wait just a minute he emerged red and perspiring with a small package wrapped in a square of something shimmering and white in his hands which he offered to the wondering lou it's just a little present for you miss he said lou accepted it gravely thank you sir she said "'You ain't got any call to give me this, "'not after bringing us all the way from Hudsondale. "'I guess I can make a little present if I'm a mind to,

"'to a pretty little girl like you.' "'Mr. Perkins turned to Jim. "'Wish you both luck in your way!' "'They took leave of the kindly little fat man "'and moved off up the village street "'and beyond the inevitable car tracks "'to the dwindling country road one of the... more. In the shade of a big tree at a crossroads, Lou glanced up at her companion.

"'Could we sit down here for a spell?' she asked. "'I ain't tired, Jim, but I feel like I'd die if I can't open this.' She gestured with Mr. Perkins's gift, and Jim dropped laughingly on the grass. "'Of course, let's see what's in it.' gravely she seated herself beside him and unknotted the square of white it contained three little handkerchiefs with pink borders a small bottle of particularly strong scent and a string of beads remotely resembling coral the square in which the articles had been wrapped proved to be a large white silk handkerchief with an american flag stamped in the corner that must be for you jim Lou said slowly. As in a trance,

she slipped the string of beads over her head, opened the bottle, and poured a few drops of its contents upon one of the little handkerchiefs, inhaling the rank odor in ecstasy. Jim watched her, amused, but touched also. To that luxury-starved little soul, the coarse handkerchiefs and cheap perfume meant rapture,

and he resolved to see that the great gray-haired lady in New York provided something better for Lou than a servant's position. Education, perhaps. It must be past noon, for the shadows have started to go the other way. Her voice broke in upon his meditations. We'd better eat the rolls and ham now. How far is it to where we're going? Eight miles.

I'm afraid it is a long way for you. Then the sooner. we get started, the better, the girl interrupted. I'll take the pan and run back to that yellow house we just passed for some water. Without waiting for a reply, she tilted the little scent bottle carefully against the tree trunk and departed, while Jim stretched himself out luxuriously in the grateful shade. He was tired, and the still heat of noon had a stupefying effect. Lou seemed long in returning, and his thoughts grew nebulous until he finally drifted off into slumber. When he awakened, the shadows had lengthened to those of mid-afternoon, and there was a

delicious, unaccustomed aroma in the air. He gazed about him in a bewildered fashion to find Lou sitting cross-legged in the grass, and spread upon it on the apron between them were the rolls, and ham, and a huckleberry pie, still warm, and fairly exuding juice. Good Lord! Where did you get it? he demanded. Remember that yellow house where I went to get water? Lou laughed, but there was a new note of shyness in her voice. When we passed it first, I saw that the current bushes were just loaded down, and a woman was out picking them, though it's ironin' day. i figured if i picked for her she'd maybe pay me and she did i-i guessed you was out of this the freckles disappeared in a rosy blush as with a red-stained hand she held out a bag of tobacco

lou why you-you precious kid jim stammered you worked in all this heat while i lay here and slept it wasn't far back to new hearts and i'd seen where the cigar store was when we came by the woman at the house she gave me the pie and i've got ten cents left besides i never had ten cents of my own before end of chapter three recording by roger maline chapter four of anything once by douglas grant this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by roger maline chapter four under the big top a very weary and dust-covered couple trudged to the top of the last hill just before some down and paused with lou's hand instinctively clutching jim's arm is that it the hudson she pointed over the fringe of tree-tops below them to the broad winding ribbon of sparkling gray-blue touched here and there with the reflection of the fleecy pink clouds drifting far overhead jim turned to look at her wondering what reaction the view would have upon the emotions of this child who unlike a brief week ago had known only the brick house with a high fence and a playground where never a blade of grass grew. Her big eyes followed the river's course until it was lost in a creeping mist behind high hills,

and she drew a deep breath. How far does it go? she asked. To New York, to the sea, he responded. The ocean, you know. My! There was wonder and a certain regret in her touch. tone. What a waste of good washwater! Jim emitted an inarticulate remark and added hastily, Let us get along down into Highvale. I must try to find a place for you to sleep, and remember, Lou,

you're my sister, if anyone starts to question you. All right, I don't mind if you don't. She gave the floppy hat a yank that slewed the ridiculous green bow to a more race, angle and then stopped suddenly in the road. Uh-oh, look! A barn had been built close up to the side of the fence, and freshly pasted upon it was the vividly color poster of a circus. The enthusiastic admiration which she had denied to her first view of the great river glowed now in Lou's eyes, and she stood transfixed.

What is it, Jim? the pretty lady on the horse and the other one up on the swing thing without without any skirt to her and the man with the funny pants and the big hat that's shooting there must be a circus in high vale yes the date says to-night jim replied tremble and wells great circus and side show she read slowly i heard about them circuses some of the children see them before they came to where I was, and once one came to town and sent free tickets to us, but the deaconesses said it was sinful, and so we couldn't go. It don't look sinful to me. It looks just grand, grand! She could have stood for an hour, drinking in all the wonders of the poster, but Jim hurried her on, although he was filled with sympathy.

poor little kid what a rotten black sort of life she must have had and how he wished that he might take her to this tawdry cheap affair and watch her naive enjoyment but their combined capital would not have covered the price of the tickets and there was supper to be thought of and the hazards of the immediate future for the present the circus must remain an unattained dream to live. loo. The steep little hill down to the village seemed very long, and twilight was almost upon them when they came to a big, open lot, upon which a circular tent was in process of erection, with lesser oblong once clustered at one side. A fringe of small boys and village loungers lined the roadway, watching the core of men who were working like beavers within the lot, urged on by a bawling cursing voice which seemed to proceed from a stout choleric man who bounded about alternately waving his arms and cupping his hands to improvise a megaphone jim was tired and his side throbbed dully but a sudden inspiration came to him and he drew loo over to the other side of the road

sit down here and wait for me he told her i won't be long that's where the circus is going to be and perhaps i can fix it for you to see it turning he shouldered his way through the knot of loungers and entering the lot approached the stout gentleman want an extra hand he asked anything from a ballyhoo to a rough rider the stout man wheeled and surveyed him in momentarily speechless wrath at the interruption then his eyes narrowed appraisingly as he noted the tall lean well-knit figure before him and he demanded how the hell did you know that the wild west act was all knocked to pieces it isn't now jim smiled lend me a horse and a pair of chaps and i'll show you in five minutes minutes what's going to be your star act tonight you're no circus man nor a westerner neither the boss still stared and you don't look like a bum what's your game anyway to pick up a little loose change and get a horse between my knees again the thought of the forlorn little creature which he had left by the roadside kept jim smile steady and added a desperate artificial buoyancy to his tired tones. Never mind who I am or where I came from. I can ride, and that's what you want, isn't it?

There was an instant's pause, and then the boss bawled a stentorian order and grabbed him by the arm. Come on, I'll give you a chance to show me what you can do, but if you're taking up my time on a bluff, i'll break every bone in your damn body he led jim to an open space behind the tents where presently there appeared a living convulsion in the shape of a bucking squealing bronco seemingly held down to earth by two sweating shirtless men as jim surveyed that wickedly lowered head with its small eyes rolling viciously his heart misgave him for a moment what if he should fail it was long since he had practised those rough-riding stunts that had made him in demand for those society circuses of the antebellum days

and longer yet since he had learned to break a bronco on the ranch which had been bill hollis's hobby for a season what if that devil of a pony should best him in the struggle and he should be thrown ignominiously from the lot before the eyes of the girl who was waiting patiently for him. The next instant he had vaulted lightly into the high western saddle, the two men had jumped back, and the fight was on. The Bronco lashed out viciously with his heels, leaped sideways, and then, after a running start, attempted to throw his rider over his head, but Jim clung to him like a burr. He flung himself down and rolled over, but the young man jumped clear and was back into the saddle as the enraged animal regained his feet the struggle was strenuous but brief and jim found himself rejoicing that none of the old tricks had failed him and that the wicked little brute was realizing that he had at length been mastered when the bronco was thoroughly subjected jim rode quietly up to where the boss stood with the two other men want me to pick up a handkerchief for you or any other of the old stunts now he asked don't want attire this old plug too much for the show the boss chuckled

get down and talk business with me young feller he said you won't ride jazz in the ring to-night he's the rottenest most treacherous little wretch with the outfit and i only put you on him to call your bluff Want to join the show? We had to leave our rough rider back in the last town with a broken leg. Jim shook his head. Only for tonight, he replied. My sister and I are beating itself. Well, I'll give you five dollars. No, you won't, Jim smiled.

I'll work for you tonight for just twenty-five cents. Say, you ain't bugger. house are you the boss stared again the fourth part of a dollar two bits jim replied doggedly then his gaze wandered as though casually over to the cook tent and he added however if you could suggest anything to too hungry people and something else for a little girl who has never seen a circus mr trimble and wells and who was waiting for me in the road the boss roared damned if i don't think you're dippy but you certainly can ride like hell he exclaimed i'll take you up on that go get the kid and bring her into supper and i'll see that she gets a reserved seat for the show holy smoke a fellow that can stick on jazz and wants to work for a quarter thus it was that when the clown came tumbling into the ring to the blaring of the band that night a girl with the green bow all askew upon her hat and her violet blue eyes a shade darker and snapping with excitement was perched on one of the front row planks which served as seats clutching a bag of peanuts and waiting in an ecstasy for the wonders about to be unfolded the ride in the peddler's van the hours of current picking and the hot hilly eight-mile trudge

were forgotten, and she felt like pinching herself to see if she would wake up all of a sudden to find herself once more back in the attic at the Hess farm. The beautiful lady with the fluffy skirts rode round the ring on tiptoe and jumped through the flaming hoops at the behest of the gentleman with the high silk hat and the long whip. The other lady, without any skirt on her, flew dizzily through the air from one hand. trapeze to the other, and the performing elephant went through his time-worn tricks with the air of a resigned philosopher, and still Lou sat entranced. Then the dingy curtains parted, and a man loaped easily into the ring on a wiry little western horse. He was the same man she had seen in the poster that afternoon, the one with the funny pants and the big hat and the red handkerchief nodded around his throat and he proceeded to do marvellous things it is highly probable that many a better exhibition of rough riding had been given beneath the big top but to lou as to the villagers surrounding her in densely packed rows it was a supreme display of horsemanship and they expressed themselves with vociferous applause

when he uncoiled a rope from the peak of his saddle and dexterously brought down the bewildered steer which had been shivied into the ring in the row directly in front of loo sat a quartet who were obviously out of place among their bucolic neighbors but as obviously bent on amusing themselves the ladies of the party wore brilliant sweaters beneath their long silk motor-coats and veils floated from their small round hats. And the gentleman wore long coats, too, and had goggles pushed up on their caps. Bits of their chatter and low-voiced, well-bred laughter drifted back to the girl's ears between pauses in the louder comments of her immediate neighbors

and the intermittent din of the band, and Lou was amazed. Could it be that they were laughing at this glorious, wonderful thing? thing that was called a circus? Were they ridiculing it, trying to pretend that they had seen anything more marvelous in all the world? They didn't laugh at the rough rider, she noticed. The ladies applauded daintily, and once the stouter of the two gentlemen called out, Good work, as the rider executed a seemingly daring feat, and the other gentleman consulted his

flimsy playbill. Then all thought of the four banished from Lou's mind, for the rider had cantered from the ring, and dropped a large white handkerchief upon the sawdust of the outer circle just before her. Wasn't that bit of color in a corner of a handkerchief, an American flag? Jim had told her that he was to do some work outside for the circus people that night, and the boss had kindly offered her a seat. But that handkerchief... Suddenly, the rider swept by with his horse at a dead run

and, swooping down, seized the square of white in his teeth. And while the tent rang with applause, Lou sat very still. It was Jim. It was he, her partner, whom the people were all clapping their hands at, who was doing all these wonderful things but his face had looked somewhat pale beneath that big hat and his smile sort of fixed the bandage was gone from his head and the plaster which had replaced it was hidden but she could not have been mistaken what if he were suffering if his back and side were painting him again she recalled the exhaustion with which he had slept at noontime and the long weary hike that followed it and her heart contracted within her it was for her that he was doing this so that she might see the show one of the ladies in the seats before her leaned forward and exclaimed didn't he look like jimmy abbott if we didn't know that he was on a fishing trip up in canada

lou did not catch the rest of the remark her eyes were glued upon the rider and her ears stilled to everything around her with a final flourish he dashed for the dingy curtain at the exit and it parted to let him pass it did not close quickly enough behind him however not quickly enough to conceal from the gaping audience his lurching fall from the saddle into the group of acrobats waiting to come on in their turn then it was that a small pink-checked cyclone whirled through the rows of closely packed humanity and half-way round the arena to the curtain while above the clamor of the band arose a shrill cry Jim! Jim! Did you see her? The lady who had commented upon the writer's appearance demanded of the gentleman beside her. She called him Jim, too. Isn't that odd? Do you suppose, Jack, that she is with the circus? That little country girl? Oh, it was only part of the show, the stout gentleman replied, in a board to her. or else the chap was tight. He certainly rode as if he had some red eye tucked under his belt. Wonder where he got it around here. End of Chapter 4. Recording by Roger Maline.

Chapter 5 of Anything Once by Douglas Grant. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline. Anything Once by Douglas Grant. Chapter 5. Concerning an omelet. There was a confused babble of sound in Jim's ears when he awoke Wednesday morning, hammering and clanging and the squeak of ropes, shouting and cursing, and now and then the roar or yell of some protesting animal. He was lying on a narrow bunk in a tent,

and opposite him, a husky-looking individual was climbing into a pair of checked truss. and yawning vociferously. Jim's head ached confoundedly, and he was stiff and sore, but his mind cleared rapidly from the mists of slumber. What sort of a place was this, and how had he got there? Then all at once he remembered, and there came a horrifying thought. What had become of Lou? Where's Lou? My sister! he demanded.

standing bolt upright. Hello there. Come out of it all right, did you? The occupant of the tent hitched a suspender over one shoulder and grinned cheerfully. The kids took care of. She's with Ma Billings. That was a nasty header you took last night. Okay now? We got to pull out in an hour. Oh, I'm all right. But say, did I pull that bonehead stuff out there before all of them?

Jim reddened beneath his tan at the thought. Fall off the horse like that, I mean? In the ring? No, you made a grand exit and then slumped. Nobody saw it but the little girl, and she beat it right down to the ring and out after you. Fit like a wild cat, too, when we tried to keep her away from you

till we could find out what had struck you. The other grinned once more. Some sister, old-timer, when we found that big muscle bruise on your side, and she told us that you had been tossed by a bull a couple of days ago, we didn't wonder you keeled over. Jim sat up, dizzily. It was mighty good of you people to take us in for the night, he said.

Who is mom, Billings. Marie LaBelle, she used to be, worked up on the flying rings until she got too hefty, his companion explained. Now she takes care of the wardrobes and sort of looks out that the human doll don't get lost in the shuffle. The midget, you know. Now peel and I'll give you a rub down with some liniment.

Jim tried to protest, but the husky individual only grinned the broader. You may be some boy when it comes to Bronco-Bustin, but I'm the strong man in the sideshow, and you haven't a chance. Meekly, Jim submitted to his companion's kindly ministrations, and then, dressing quickly, made his way out into the glare of the early morning sun.

The big top was down, and poles and animal cages were being loaded on long trucks as he emerged. An appetizing odor of fried pork floated upon the air from the direction of the cook tent, and people seemed to be rushing all over the lot in wildest confusion,

but Jim caught a glimpse of a bit of pink and white check through the melee and headed for it. Lou was sitting on the grass in cordial confab with a melancholy-looking lantern-jawed man,

but at his approach, she jumped up precipitedly and ran to him. Oh, Jim, you feeling all right? There was a little tremble in her voice. I knew it was you the minute you rode past and picked up that handkerchief Mr. Perkins gave you yesterday. And when you pitched off that horse, I thought you was dead. You hadn't no call to take any chance like that

with your back hurt and that long tramp and all, but it was splendid. She paused, breathless, and he patted her shoulder. Somehow she didn't look so downright homely this morning, or else he was growing used to her little turned-up nose. Her toe-colored hair was looser about her face, and where the sun struck a strand of it, it shone like spun gold.

I'm fine, he assured her. But who was that? man you were talking to just now him oh that was the clown lew replied he says the old man is just crazy about your riding and if you'll stay along with the show he can teach me to stand still for the knife thrower the last girl got scared and quit just because she got a little scratch on the neck the clown says i got the nerve for it and i guess i have only they ain't going towards New York?" She added the last, almost reluctantly, and Jim shuddered. "'The knife-thrower? What wouldn't the little daredevil be willing to try next?' "'I guess you have got the nerve,' he admitted grimly. "'But we're going to be in New York by Saturday night, remember. As soon as I get my quarter

from the stout gentleman over there with the striped vest, we'll be on our way. but it was nearly an hour before they took to the road again the boss insisted on starting them off with a hearty breakfast and there were good-byes to be said to the rough kindly folk who had taken them in as friends except for the litter of handbills and peanut shells the last vestiges of the circus were being removed from the lot as they finally departed and what had been to loo a wondrous glittering pageant had become but a memory. I don't know, but out as Leif Join a circus, she observed meditatively, after they had traveled a mile or more. Maybe I could learn in New York how to do some of them tricks. I could get the hang of that business up on them swings in no time,

only I don't like the way that girl dressed. Nonsense, Jim snapped and wondered at his own indignation. we'll find something suitable for you to do or you can go to school school she interrupted him in her turn i'd like to learn things and be like other folks but i ain't i mean i'm not going to any institution he glanced at her curiously this was the first time she had made any conscious effort to correct herself the first evidence she had given that she had noted the difference between his speech and hers i didn't mean an institution but a real school lou he explained gently one where you'll have no uniform to wear and no work to do except to learn i quit learning when i was twelve there was an unconscious note of wistfulness in her tones i can read and do a little figgerin but i don't know much of anything else i couldn't go to school and begin again where i left off jim i'd be sort of ashamed oh look at that big wagon driving out of that gate maybe we'll get a lift she had turned at the creek of wheels and now, as the cart loaded with crates and pulled by two lean sorrow-looking horses passed,

she gazed expectantly at the driver. He was as lean as his team, with a sharp nose and a tuft of gray hair sticking out from his chin, and his close-set eyes straight ahead of him, as though he were determined not to see to the two wayfarers. "'He looks kind of mean, don't he?' Lou remarked. then impulsively she ran after the wagon say mister will you give us a lift the old man pulled in his horses and regarded her sourly what'll you pay he demanded what's in them crates she parried eggs the response was laconic what you getin at sis who unloads them when you get to where you're going Lue persisted.

At the Riverburg dock? I do, unless I'm late, and then I have to give a couple of them loafers around there a quarter apiece to help. I'm late today, and if you ain't got any money to ride, get up. But Lou halted him determinedly. If you'll give me and Jim, I mean my brother, a ride, he'll unload the crates for you,

nothing when we get there. You'll be saving fifty cents, and the ride won't cost you nothing. Well, the old man considered for a moment, I'll do it if it's only to spite them fellers that's always hanging around the docks. Regular robbers, they be. Quarter apiece, and chicken feed gone up the way it is. Get in. Jim had overtaken the wagon in. Jim had overtaken the wagon in, time to hear the end of the brief conversation, and he wasted no further time in parley, but hoisted Lou up over the wheel and climbed in beside her. As the reluctant horses started off once more, the driver turned to him. Hope you're a hustler, young man. Got to get them eggs off the wagon in a jiffy when we get to Riverburg in time to catch the boat. Don't you try no

scuttle enough on me after I give you the ride. Riverburg's a regular city, and these are policemen on the docks. I'll keep the bargain my sister made for me, Jim answered shortly. He had observed the poultry farm from which the old man had started, with its miserable little hovel of a house and immense spread of chicken runs, and drawn his own conclusions as to the character of its owner. You needn't be afraid I'll shirk. well grumbled the other i don't hold with picking up tramps in the road but i'm sick of handing out good money to them loafers at the dock to unload and i ain't got a hired man to take along no more they're always lazy good for nothin fellers that eat more'n they work out let alone their wages goin sky hooting but you must be makin a handsome profit with the price of eggs goin up too all

the time, Jim remarked. The old man gave him a sly glance. That's how you look at it, he replied. They ought to go up twice the price they'd be. My wife's doing the hired man's work now, and she's always pestering me to get an incubator, but then things cost a powerful side of money, and I don't hold with newfangled notions. Too much risk to them. You can always sell hens when they get too old to set or lay but what are you going to do with a worn-out incubator he cackled shrilly at his own witticism and then grew morose again the way things is there ain't no profit scarcely in nothing they jogged along drowsily through the slumberous heat while the old man continued his harangue against the cost of everything except his own commodity and the underfed horses strain to drag their burden over the hilly road the mountains had been left behind and all over the rolling hillsides about them on either hand the vineyard stretched in undulating lines each heavy with the load of purpling grapes mile after mile passed slowly beneath the creaking wheels of the wagon noon came and still riverberg remained tantalizingly ahead

at last on the rise of a hill the old man pulled up and pointed with his whip to the spreading sweep of brick buildings fronting on the river's edge below there's the town he announced adding with a touch of regret we're ahead of time after all and I could have unloaded by myself. Well, it don't matter no ways, except for the extra drag on the horses. Get up. There's an automobile coming up behind, Lou ventured. They've been tooting at you for some time, mister. Let them, the old man cackled shrilly once more.

I've been driving on these roads before them things was heard of, and I don't calculate to turn out for them. The warning of the siren sounded again disturbingly close, and the rush of the oncoming car could be plainly heard. Jim glanced at the old man, and, noting the stubborn set of his jaw, said nothing. But Lou spoke again,

and her voice held no note of alarm, but rather indignation at the obvious lack of fair play. But they got her right. You're on their side of the road. she exclaimed. If you'd give them their half, mister, they could pass easy. Don't calculate to let him, he responded obstinately. Ain't going to take their dust if I can help it.

Deliberately he tugged on the left reins and headed the team straight across the road. Lou gave a quick glance over the side of the wagon and behind and then gripped Jim's arm. He turned and caught one glimpse of her set face, and then with a roar and a grinding crash, they both felt themselves lifted into the air and landed in some golden, slimy fluid in the ditch. Lou, are you hurt? Jim tried to wipe the clinging stuff from his eyes and ears with his sleeve.

Where are you? The rapidly diminishing clatter of horse's hoofs down the hill and the old man's vigorously roared recriminations assured him of the safety of the rest of the entourage even before lou replied not heard a mite but i'm laughing she exclaimed breathlessly oh jim you you should have seen it that automobile hit square in the middle of the wagon and there ain't isn't a single egg here you the old man dripping from head to foot with the golden slime, rushed up and tugged excitedly at Jim's arm. Come on and help me to catch them horses. What did I bring you along for? Let the girl be.

I don't care if her neck's broke. I got to lodge a complaint against them, rascals, and have them stopped. You're my witnesses that they run into me, and I'll make them pay a pretty penny. I care whether my sister's neck is broken or not, Jim retort. grimmily. Go after your own horses. I engaged to unload eggs, and it looks as if the job was finished.

Lou, are you sure you're all right? The old man danced up and down in the road, spattering flecks of egg about him. We'll see about that, he shrilled. You come along with me. You're my witnesses. We'll be your witnesses that you were on the wrong side of the road and knew it. Jim helped Lou to her feet. They warned you, and you wouldn't turn out. With an outburst of inarticulate rage, the old man dashed off down the road, and Lou,

helpless with laughter, clung to Jim's slippery sleeve. Don't mind him, she gasped. Old skin flint. Oh, Jim, you look like an omelet. End of Chapter 5. Recording by Roger Maline. Chapter 6 of Anything Once by Douglas Grant. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline. Anything Once by Douglas Grant.

Chapter 6. The Red Notebook. For a moment, Jim laughed with her. Then the seriousness of their situation was borne in upon him, and his face sobered. It's the kind of an omelet that won't come off in a hurry, I'm afraid, he said. How on earth are we going to walk into Riverburg like this? It was the first time that he had appealed to her, and Lou's laughter ceased also,

but her cheerful confidence did not fail her. We've got to find some place where we can get cleaned up, that's all, she replied, practically. Most anybody would let you do that, I guess. if you told them what happened. And if you can't ask, why, I can. Anybody except a mean old thing like that. I suppose I ought to be sorry that his wagons broke and his eggs are all over us instead of where they was going,

but I'm not a mite. Long as he wasn't hurt, I'm kind of glad. Still, those people in the car ought to have stopped to see the extent of the damage they had done, even if they did have the right, of way, Jim observed. The old fellow had his grievance, but he got my goat when he said he didn't care

if your neck was broken or not, and I wouldn't have helped him if I could. Goat, Lou repeated. Jim had no opportunity to explain, for at that moment a woman in a faded gingham gown toiled hurriedly over the brow of the hill, and, on seeing them, stopped with one hand at her breast. oh she gasped there wasn't anyone hurt was there i saw the accident from my porch and i came just as quick as i could jim explained and the woman listened wide-eyed

you both come straight along with me she invited when he had finished i'll lend you some overalls and you and the little girl can just sit around while your clothes dry she led the way back to a tiny but very neat cottage with flowers blooming in the door-yard and a well-tented truck garden in the rear broad hayfield stretched on either side but only two little boys were visible tossing the hay awkwardly with pitchforks almost bigger than they were themselves the woman left them standing for a minute on the back porch and then came out to them bearing a cake of soap a towel and a pair of overalls and shirt which although immaculately clean bore many patches and darns and were deeply creased as though they had been laid away a long time take these down to the barn she handed them to jim you'll find a spigot there and cold waters best for egg-stains i left some rags in the empty box stall that you can use to clean your shoes and then if you'll give me your clothes that you've got on now i'll soak them and get them out while the sun's high corduroy takes a long time to dry when jim expressed his gratitude and departed for the barn the woman led lew into the kitchen and providing her also with clean garments she dragged a wash-tub out on the porch i if you'll let me i'd like to wash my own things and jimms lou appeared shyly in the door in a gown several sizes too large for her he'd like it too i think and he can help with the hay until the things get dried out enough so as we can go on oh would he the woman asked quickly

i'd pay him well if he's lookin for work i can't get any hands though i've tried and the hay is rotting for want of being turned i didn't think i'd seen you two around here before but i've known old mr weble always you mean that that with the egg wagon he was given us a lift into riverburg we're just traveling through lou added shortly did he pick you up back near his place at lou's nod the woman exclaimed then you two haven't had a bite of dinner you put your things to soak and i'll go right in the house and get you up a little something it's past two lou started a protest but the woman disappeared into the kitchen and jim appeared from the barn he was attired in a shirt which strained at his broad shoulders and overalls which barely reached to shoe-tops the girl noticed something else also as he turned for a moment to look toward the field where the little boys were so valiantly at work a red leather notebook which she had never known that he carried bulged now from the all-too small overall pocket you can bet i'll pitch hay for her till sundown he declared when lou had explained the situation to him he dropped beside the tub the bundle of egg-soaked clothing which he came carried, and added, "'It is mighty good of her to do all this for us, isn't it?

I tell you, Lou, the credit side of the list is going up, even if it did have a bit of a jolt this morning, and you're the biggest item on it.' This speech was wholly unintelligible to the girl, but she bent over the tub without reply, and Jim went on hurriedly, aware that he had made a slip of some sort. I wonder where all the men of the family are. She can't get any hands. There are the men of the family.

The woman had reappeared in time to catch his last remark, and she pointed out toward the two small toilers with a faint smile. There was another, their father, my son, but he died, so we're doing the best we can by ourselves. But there's a little bite ready for you on the same. the end of the kitchen table, and it's getting cold. The food tasted good, and the little red cloth beneath the dishes was clean, but the signs of carefully concealed poverty were everywhere visible to Jim's eyes, and he suspected another

reason for the lack of farmhands than scarcity of labor. He hurried through his meal and went at once to the hayfield, while Lou, after insisting on clearing the dishes away, went back to the food. the wash-tub, and their hostess returned to her own belated ironing. Upon the girl's usually serene brow, there was a frown of perplexity as she worked, and her thoughts were far afield, for in that backward glance which she had given from the egg-wagon to the approaching car just before the crash came, she had recognized, in its occupants, the quartet who sat in front of her at the circus the previous evening.

the ladies were closely swathed in their veils but she remembered the distinctive plaids of their silk coats and the stout gentleman who sat between them on the tonneau with goggles and hats snatched off in the excitement of the impending smash-up was unmistakably the one who had called out good work when jim was performing on the horse the other gentleman who had made up the quartet was the one who drove the car and her quick glance showed her that he was even then trying to avoid the crash the details had been photographed upon her brain with instantaneous clarity but it was not with these that her thoughts were busied the remark which the younger lady had made at the circus just before jim rode toward the exit flap of the curtain had returned and could not be banished from her mind didn't he look like jimmy abbott her companion had told the girl that his name was bots but beyond that and the fact that he was on the way to new york he had vouchsafed no further information about himself nor had lew asked she could not understand why his journey was hedged about with so many silly rules nor why he chose to obey them that was his affair and he was just a part of this wonderful adventure which had started with her departure from the hess farm yet a way down in her heart was a little hurt feeling for which she could not have assigned a cause even to herself of course she trusted him and he would not have lied to her but could there really be another jim in the world who looked quite like him and whose name was so nearly the same she had sensed instinctively and the more clearly perhaps because of her lack of worldly experience that he was different not only from herself but from all whom they had encountered upon their journey

yet could he really be that grand young lady's jimmy after all as she stepped aside to lift the basket into which the sodden garments had fallen from the ringer her foot chanced to crunch upon something that yielded with the room with the crisp rustle, and she glanced down. It was the little red notebook which she had seen in Jim's overall pocket when he came from the barn. It must have fallen out as he crossed the porch to go to the hayfield. It had opened, and the front cover was pressed back, with the stamp of her heel, showing plainly upon the first page, and as she stooped slowly and picked it up, lou could not help reading the three words which were written across it in a bold characteristic hand james terraceford abbott there was something else an address no doubt written below but lou closed the book quickly and dropped it upon a nearby bench as though it burned her fingers for a moment she stood very still with her eyes closed and her little water shriveled hands tightly interlocked

and in that instant of time the happy careless co-adventurer of the last two marvellous days vanished and in his place there appeared a stranger a man of the world in which that young lady of the motor-car moved for the first time in lou's life a panic seized her a desperate longing to run away she opened her eyes and looked across the hayfield to where the tall stalwart figure worked beside the two two smaller ones. Even from that distance, he looked different somehow. He wasn't the same gym. Slowly, with a mist before her eyes, she picked up the heavy basket, and, descending the steps of the porch, spread the garments upon the bleaching grass to dry. The glittering glories of the circus had turned all at once to a black shadow in her memory, and she wished fervently that she had never seen it, nor those rich people who had come to make a mock of it, but had stayed to applaud Jim. But why shouldn't they, even if they hadn't recognized him? He belonged to their world,

not hers. Then a new, inexpressibly forlorn thought came to her. What was her world, anyway? She didn't belong anywhere. There was no place for her, unless she made one for herself some time. With that, in spite of this strange new weariness which dragged at her heart, Lou's indomitable spirit reasserted itself, and her small teeth clamped together. She would make herself a place somewhere, somehow. Returning to the house, she took the ironing from her tired hostess's hands, and worked steadily until at sundown the high treble of childish voices came to her ears, and Jim's merry laughing tones in reply sent a quick stab through her,

but she put down the iron and went determinedly out on the porch. The two little boys came shyly on up the steps, but Jim had paused to feel of his coat as it lay on the grass and looked ruefully at her. "'It's still wet, I'm afraid,' she remarked composedly, as she picked up the red notebook and held it out to him. is this yorne it looks as though it must have dropped out of your pockets and somebody stepped on it if the girl noticed the swift change which came over his face she gave no sign as he came forward and took the book from her hands yes it's mine he opened and closed it again and then looked up uncertainly into her face as she stood in the steps above him but lou was gazing in seeming serenity out over the feet

fields, which were still shimmering in the last rays of the sun. "'I'll tell you about this sometime, Lou. It's funny.' "'What's funny?' she asked, with a little start, as though he had interrupted some train of thought of her own, far removed from hateful little red books. "'If you think it's going to be funny to travel in wet clothes tonight, just wait till you get started.' But they did not stop. start upon their journey again that night after all their kindly hostess insisted upon their remaining until the morning at least and when the supper dishes were cleared away lou wandered off by herself down the little lane which led to the pasture there would be three days more and then their journey's end upon one thing she had decided there would be no school for her she was going to work as quickly as she could

could find something to do. Mr. James Abbott must be paid back for the little pink-checked frock and the hat with the green bow, and then she would drop from his sight. Surely in that great city, with its hundreds and hundreds of people, she would be able to disappear. Reaching the pasture, she stood at the gate with her arms resting upon the topmost rail, and was so deep in reflection that she did not hear a step behind her until a hand touched her shoulder, and Jim's voice asked quietly, "'What are you doing off here by yourself, Lou?' "'Mrs. Bemis didn't know what had become of you,

and I've been looking everywhere.' "'I don't know,' Lou answered truthfully enough. "'I've been thinking about the institution where I come from. It was seeing them little boys put me in mind of it, I reckon. I was kind of wondering what it would be like to really belong to anybody. There was neither pathos nor self-pity in her tone, but rather a cold, dispassionate speculation that froze the words of awkward sympathy,

which rose to his lips, and he remained silent. "'I did once, you know,' she continued. "'Belonged to somebody, I mean. I had on a white dress all trimmed with lace, when they found me in the station at the junction and took me up to the institution. It was the only white dress I ever had. Where was this institution, Lou?

Jim asked. You've never told me, you know. Lou shrugged. Oh, it was way up at a place called Mayfield's Corners. I was most three hours on the train before I got to the station nearest Hess's farm. A vicious desire. came over her to shock and repulsed that inexplicable thing in him which set him apart from her and made him one with the world in which those others moved that stout gentleman and the young lady who had called him jimmy she added deliberately

i told you what i did there at the institution i mean scrubbed and cooked and washed and tended babies and wore a uniform just like any other norphan i guess slept in the garret with the rats running over the floor and got up in the morning to the same old work it weren't a state institution you see just a kind of a charity one run by the deacons of the church i ain't got much use for charity i shouldn't think that you would have he exclaimed but it's all behind you now lou we made fourteen miles to-day from high vale or will have when we walked down the the hill to Riverburg tomorrow, and it is only 60 miles further to New York. That's good, Lou said, but without enthusiasm. Do we start at Sun Up? I thought I'd like to work for Mrs. Bemis for a couple of hours first, and get the hay turned in that South Field, Jim answered. She's been so good to us, and she'll need the stuff this winter for those two old plugs out there. He pointed out of it. He pointed out of it. He pointed

out into the pasture where two horses made mere blotches of deeper shadow beneath a tree. Lou laughed suddenly, softly, but it seemed to him that the rippling liquid note had vanished. What's funny? he asked. Oh, nothing. I was just thinking of you last night in that circus. You rode so, so wonderfully. I wasn't laughing at that, but it just come to me how far. funny it would have been if any of your friends was to have seen you. Jim glanced at her sharply, but in the starlight her face seemed merely amused, as at a whimsical thought.

Why would it have been funny, he insisted. Of course, I never rode in a real circus before, and I guess I was pretty rotten, but why would my friends have laughed? I don't know, Lou dropped her arms from the fence for me. and turned away. Let's go back to the house. I'm pretty tired. End of chapter six.

Recording by Roger Maline. Chapter 7 of Anything Once by Douglas Grant. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline. Anything Once by Douglas Grant. Chapter 7. Revelations. The next morning was a trying one for them both.

Jim felt dully that something was the matter, but the girl's manner baffled him, and he could not make up his mind as to whether she had glanced in the notebook or not. It did not seem like her to do so deliberately, but if she had, he could only make things worse by broaching the subject, since he was not at the moment in a position to explain. As for Lou, she was trying her best to appear her own. old self with him, but dissimulation was an art in which she was as yet unversed, and her

whole nature rebelled against playing a part. Only her pride kept her from betraying her disappointment in him and running away. She told herself fiercely that he didn't care what she thought of him. They were only partners met by chance on the road, and perhaps never to see each other again after the city was reached. If he had loved, he had loved to be a lot of her. If he had loved, to her about his name that was his own business and she would not admit even to herself that this deception was not the only reason for the strange hurt feeling about her heart she rose at dawn and creeping down from the clean little room which mrs bemes had given her she had the stove going and breakfast on the table by the time the little family was awake and jim appeared from the barn where he had slept in the loft while he worked in the field during the early morning hours she finished the ironing and by ten o'clock they were ready once more to start upon their way mrs bemes insisted upon paying them both for their work but it was only out of consideration for her pride that jim would accept fifty cents of the two dollars she offered him i only work for a quarter a time he told her gravely one for yesterday and one for yesterday and one for

for this morning. My sister can tell you that. I would like to write to you, if I may, when we reach home, Mrs. Bemis. Will you tell me what address will find you? You see, I want to thank you properly for all your kindness to us, and I don't know whether this is the township of Riverburg or not. It's the Stilton Post Office, the little woman stammered. Of course I'd like to hear from both of you, but you mustn't thank me. I don't know what I should have done without your help with the hay, and your sister, too. I do hope you both find work where you're going. To lose amazement, Jim produced the little red notebook and wrote the address carefully in it, adding what appeared to be some figures at one side. Then he thanked their good Samaritan,

and they took their leave. That makes a dollar in ten, sense, he remarked confidentially as he and Lou went down the hill road together toward the bustling little city nestled at the river's edge. Quite a fortune, isn't it? She gave me a quarter for helping with the ironing, too, so that's 35 that I've got. Lou exhibited a hard knot tied in the corner of her handkerchief. I couldn't get all of the egg out of my hat, but it's good enough. Where do we go from Riverburg?

Jim gave a groan of mock despair. That's the dev—I mean the deuce of it, he exclaimed. We've got to cross the river there some way, and go on down on the other side. We can't keep on this, or we will run into New Jersey, and I mustn't leave the state. He blurted out the last in a dogged, uncomfortable way, but Lou did not appear to notice his change of change. tone. "'Well, there look to be plenty of boats going back and forth,' she observed placidly. "'I guess we can get over.'

"'But you don't understand. I—I can't pay our way over. That's another of the things I mustn't do.' Jim flushed hotly. "'I wish I could tell you all about it.' "'It don't make any difference.' Lou kept her eyes fixed straight ahead of her. there ought to be some way for you to work your way across the road dipped sharply and became all at once a pleasant tree-lined street with pretty suburban cottages on either hand to the east and north hung the smoke cloud of countless factories but their way led them through the modest residential quarter the street presently turned into a paved one and trolley lines appeared then brick buildings and shops and before they knew it they were in the busy crowded business thoroughfare lou would have paused gaping and wondering if new york could be anything like this but jim hurried her down the steep cobbled way which led to the ferry once there he took her to his seat in the waiting-room sit here and wait for me he directed i'm going to run back up to the shops and get some provisions for us to carry up to the shops and get some provisions for us to carry up to the shop and get some provisions for us to carry

along, and then I'll arrange about getting across. I shan't be long. When he came down the hill again some twenty minutes later, laden with packages, he found Lou waiting for him at the door of the ferry house, with a little exultant smile about her lips. "'Come on,' she commanded shortly. "'I've fixed it for us to get over, but we've got to hurry. The boat's almost ready to start.' how in the world he began but without deigning to explain she led him to the gate it was only after he had perforce preceded her that he saw her hand two tickets to the officials at the turnstile lou he exclaimed reproachfully well it's all right isn't it she demanded you can ride if anybody asks you can't you i'm inviting you to ride on this boat with me mr

Mr. Botz? In spite of her assumed gaiety, however, the trip across the river was a silent one, and when the landing was reached and they hurried out of the settlement into the open country once more, both were acutely aware that the intangible rift was widening. It was as though they walked on opposite sides of the road, and neither could bridge the distance between. Both doggedly immersed in their own reflections. They walked on rapidly, in spite of the heat, and with no thought of time or distance, until Jim realized that his companion was lagging

and glanced up to see that the sun had started well upon the western trail. "'By Jove, you must be almost starved!' he cried. "'I never thought, "'Why didn't you wait me out of this trance, I seemed to have. have been in, and tell me it was long past time for chow. We must have walked miles. I didn't think either, Lou glanced about her wearily. I don't see any house, but I kind of think I hear a little brook somewhere, don't you? Let's find it, and then hurry on. If we've got to do 60 miles by the day after tomorrow, we got to be moving, right, steady? They feel

found the little brook and ate of their supplies and drank heartily for they were both famished by the long walk but all the carefree joyousness seemed to have gone out of the adventure and when lew discovered that the knot in the corner of her handkerchief had become untied and the remainder of her capital was gone it appeared to be the last cloud needed to immerse her in gloom her feet were blistered and every muscle ached with fatigue but she shook her head when jim asked if she were too tired to go on and limped determinedly out into the road after him she had accepted his companionship to new york and she would drop in her tracks before she would be a drag on him and prevent his reaching there in the time which was so mysteriously important to him a mile farther on however an empty motor van picked them up and seated at the back with her feet hanging over lou promptly fell asleep her head sagging unconsciously against jim's shoulder he did not touch her but moved so that her head should fall into a more comfortable position and looked down with her new tenderness at the toe-colored hair the ridiculous outstanding braid was gone and instead a soft knot appeared low on the slender sunburned neck with tiny tendrils of curls escaping from it what a game little sport she had proved herself to be he wondered how many girls of his own set would have had the courage and endurance for such a test then to his own amazement he found himself thinking of them with a certain sense of disparagement almost contempt they would not have had the moral courage let's have had the moral courage let's

alone physical endurance. Of course, this sort of vagabondage would be outrageous and utterly impossible from a conventional standpoint, but with Lou it had been a mere venture into Arcady, as innocent as the wanderings of two children, and Saturday it must end. At the outskirts of Parksville he called to the good-natured truckman who sat behind the wheel, and the latter obligingly put on the brakes. My sister and I don't want to go right into the town, so we'll get out here if you don't mind, Jim said. This lift has been a godsend, and I can't thank you, but I've got the name of the company you're working for in New York,

and I'll drop around some night when I'm flush and you're knocking off, and we'll see if the old burgh is as dry as it's supposed to be. You're on, the driver grinned. "'Got a job waiting for you? We need some helpers.' "'I've got a job.' Jim thought of that job in the mahogany-line suite of offices which bore his name on the door, but he did not smile. "'I'll look you up soon. Come on, Lou. Here's where we change cars.'

She rubbed her eyes and gazed about her bewilderedly in the gathering darkness as he lifted her to the ground and the truck rumbled off. Where, where are we now? she asked sleepily. Just outside Parksville. See those lights over there? he replied. We must have walked more than ten miles before that motor van came along, so there isn't any wonder that you were tired, even if you wouldn't admit it.

Just think, 19 miles today. He was wondering, even as he spoke what they were to do for the night. He had not enough money to secure even the humblest of lodgings for her, and he knew that if they ventured as vagrants into the town, they would be in danger of apprehension by the authorities. But Lou solved the question quite simply. Isn't that big thing sticking up in that field a haystack?

I'd like a piece of that sponge cake that's left from what we ate at noon, and then crawl in there and sleep straight through till tomorrow, she declared. Did you want to go on any further tonight? Heavens, no. I was just wondering, I don't see why it couldn't be done, he replied somewhat haltingly. There isn't any house near, and I don't think anything will hurt you. The latter probability seemed of no moment to Lou. She fell asleep again with her sponge cake half-eaten, and he picked her up and nestled her in the hay,

as though she were in very truth a child. Then, as on the first night at the deserted mill near Hudsondale, he sat down at the foot of the haystack, on guard. It was well for them, however, that the hanging was done in that particular field, and no farmer appeared from the big white house just over the hill, for in spite of his most valiant efforts jim too slumbered and it was broad day when he awoke lew had vanished from the haystack but he found her at a little spring in a strip of woodland on the other side of the road and they breakfasted hastily conserving the last fragments of food for their midday meal and started off they had left the last chimney of parksville well behind them when jim suddenly observed

you're limping lou let me see your shoes she drew away from him it's nothin she denied my shoes are all right i-i must have slept too long last night and got sort of stiffened up the freckles were swamped in a deep flood of color but jim repeated insistently hold up your foot lou reluctantly she obeyed disclosing a battered soul through the wrenu reluctantly she obeyed disclosing a battered soul through the worn places of which something green showed. I stuffed it with leaves, she confessed, defensively. They're real comfortable, honestly, I'm just stiff. Jim groaned. I suppose they will have to do until we reach the next town, but you should have told me. I can take care of myself, Lou asserted.

I've walked in pretty near as bad as these in the instant. We'd better get along to where there's some houses, because it looks to me like a storm was coming up. The sun was still blazing down upon them, but it was through a murky haze, and the air seemed lifeless and heavy. Great white-crested thunderheads were mounting in the sky, and behind them a dense blackness spread. You're right, I never noticed. Jim paused guiltily. after leaving the vicinity of parksville he had purposely led her on a detour back into the farming country to avoid the main highway for along the river front were the estates of some people he knew and he shrank from meeting them in his tramp-like condition if they should motor past there was lew too to be considered he might have offered some possible explanation for his own appearance but no interpretation could be placed upon her presence at his side save that which he must prevent at all costs

rolling fields and woodlands stretched away illimitably on both sides of the road and not even a cow-shed appeared as they hurried onward while the clouds mounted higher and the rumble of thunder grew upon the air. The sun had vanished, and a strange anticipatory stillness enveloped them, broken only by that hollow muttering. "'It's coming up fast!' Lou broke the silence with one of her seldomly volunteered remarks. "'Shall we get into the woods? I'd as leaf-dodge trees as be drowned in the road.' "'No,' Jim shook his head. There is some kind of a shack just ahead there. I think we can make it before the storm comes. They were fairly running now, but the darkness was settling fast, and a fork of lightning darted

blindingly across their path. The object which Jim had taken for a shack proved to be merely a pile of rotting telegraph poles, but no other shelter offered, and they crouched in the lee of it, awaiting the onslaught of rain. Take this, Lou. Jim wrapped his coat about her, in spite of her protestations. You're not afraid, are you? No, I ain't, I'm not, but you're going to get soaked through. I heard you coughin once or twice at the bottom of that haystack last night.

He thrilled unconsciously to the motherliness in her tone. Then she added reflectively, I don't guess I'm afraid of anything I've seen yet, but I ain't—I haven't seen much. She ended with a sharp intake of her breath, as a sudden gust of wind whirled the dust up into their faces, and another streak of white light flashed before their eyes. Then, with a rush and roar, the storm burst. The woods marched straight down to the roadside at this point,

and the trees back of the heap of poles moaned and writhed like tortured creatures, while great branches lashed over their heads with now and then an ominous crackle, but it was lost in the surge of the winds and the ceaseless crash and roar of the thunder. Jagged forks of lightning played all about them like rapiers of steel, and at last the rain came. The brim of Lou's hat, Lumped since its cleaning of the previous day, now flopped stringily against her face, until she tore it off and, gasping, buried her head in her arms as the sheets of rain pelted down.

Jim's coat was sodden, and the thin cotton gown beneath clung to her drenched body, but she crouched closer to the poles while each volley of thunder shook her as with invisible hands. Her lashes were glued to her cheeks, but she forced them open and turned to see how Jim was faring. He had flattened himself against the poles at their farther end, and just as she looked his way, a flash of lightning seemed to split the air between them, and the huge old tree which reared its branches just above his head

snapped like a dry twig beneath some giant heel. Lou saw the great oak totter and then, sway while a sickening swirl of branches filled the air and scarcely conscious of her own act she hurled herself upon jim with all the strength born of her terror she pushed him from the heap of poles sending him rolling out into the middle of the road to safety then she tried to spring after him but a hideous waiting lethargy seemed to encompass her and then with a mighty crash the tree fell athwart the poles. Half stunned by the unexpected onslaught upon him, and the rending blast of the falling tree, Jim lay motionless for an instant.

Then, with a sharp cry, sprang to his feet and turned to look for Lou. But the pile of telegraph poles was hidden beneath a broad sweep of branches, and across the place where she had crouched, the great trunk of the tree lay prone. Lou! The cry burst from his very heart

as he sprang forward and began to tear frantically at the stout limbs which barred his way. Oh, God! She isn't crushed! Don't take her now! She's so little and young, and I want her! I need her so!

God! He was unconscious that he was praying aloud, unconscious of the words which issued sobbingly, from his lips. He tugged and tore at the branches, while the skin ripped like ribbons from his hands, and the boughs whipped back to raise great welts upon his face. He was unconscious, too, of a stir at the other side of the fallen tree, and a rustle of sodden leaves, as, very much after the manner of a prairie dog emerging from his hole, Lou crawled out into the rain, and, sitting up, sneezed at the sound of that meek sternutation jim whirled about lou jim oh jim you're not killed

a muddy bedraggled little figure that once had been pink and white flew straight to him and two soft arms swept about him and clung convulsively i seen it comin and-and i tried to shove you out of the way thank god little girl thank god you aren't hurt he murmured brokenly i thought the tree had fallen on you only the boughs of it but they held me down oh jim if you'd been killed i wouldn't have cared what happened to me his heart leaped and his own arms tightened about her at the naive unconscious revelation which had issued from her lips then all at once he realized what it had meant that hideous feeling of loss when he thought that she lay buried underneath the tree it had come to them both revealed as by a flash of the lightning which was now travelling toward the east and in the wonder and joy of it he held her close for a moment and then put her gently from him sternly repressing the words which would have rushed from his heart he said quietly thank god we were both spared come little lou we must find shelter end of chapter seven recording by roger maline chapter eight of anything once by douglas grant this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by roger maline anything once by douglas grant chapter eight journey's end the rain had ceased and as they walked down the muddy road the sun came out even before the final mutterings of the thunder had died away in the distance and so they came at last upon a little house which sat well back

among a group of dripping trees. Take your coat, Jim, Lou said, breaking a long silence which had fallen between them. That porch is so wet now that we can't get it any wetter, and I'm going to ask for a chance to get dry. But they had scarcely passed through the gate when the front door opened and a young woman rushed out. Oh, will you run to the next house for me and telephone for the doctor? she cried all in one breath her eyes were staring and her breast heaved convulsively jim quickened his pace where is the next house and what doctor shall i send for he asked pleasantly it's just over the ridge there the colbert's they know dr blair's number my husband would go himself but he can't step on his hurt foot and i don't dare leave Tell the Colberts that it's the baby. He's dying, and I don't know what to do.

Jim turned and hurried off over the ridge, but Lou took a step forward. Baby, I've been taken care of babies all my life, seems like. You let me look at it, ma'am. Oh, do you think you could do anything, a little thing like you? The young woman eyed the forlornly drenched figure before her, rather doubtful. but something she read in Lou's steady confident gaze seemed to reassure her, and she threw wide the door. "'Come in, please. He's all blue!' Lou unceremoniously pushed past her down the clean little hallway and paused for a moment upon the threshold of the room at its end. It was a kitchen, small, but as immaculately clean as the hall,

and in a rocking-chair near the window sat an anxious-eyed young man with his bandaged foot up on another chair before him and in his arms a tiny rigid little form lew went straight to him and unceremoniously possessed herself of the baby its small face was waxen with a bluish tinge about the mouth and half-closed glazing eyes how long's it been like this loo demanded sharply only just a few minutes it-it seemed like a sort of fit that he had the young woman turned to her husband jack this little girl stopped by and said she knew all about babies and the man with her he's gone for i want some hot water quick lou interrupted the explanations brusquely boiling hot and a tub or a big pan have you got the kettle on yes but i'm afraid i've let the fire go out the woman faltered i was so worried with an exclamation of impatience lou rew rew rapped the baby which she had been examining and thrust it into the man's arms then turning to the woman with exasperation in her eyes and voice she demanded i suppose you can find some dry chips somewhere can't you if i don't get this baby into a hot bath right away it'll be all up with him the woman gasped and ran out of the back door while the young man in the chair groaned it's awful to sit here helpless and watch him suffer if i could only put my foot to the floor how old is he anyway lou who was busily searching the shore

shelf of groceries asked over her shoulder. He looks to be under a year. Ten months, miss, he answered. What do you think is the matter with him? Convulsion, Lou replied succinctly, as the woman rushed in once more with her apron full of chips. Get some more. It don't matter how you clog the stove with wood ashes. We got to get boiling water as quick as we can. meanwhile jim found the colbert house explained his mission and having accomplished it hastened back he pulled the bell but no one came and knocking found that the door yielded to his touch entering he went down the hall and paused at the kitchen door just as the woman stammered i don't think there are any dry kinlands left then chop some ain't you got any old boxes oh jim lu caught sight of him in the doorway find a hatchet and some light dry wood will you

the fire was roaring in the stove at last but the water was long in boiling and the little figure in the man's arms seemed to be undergoing a subtle but inevitable change his lips were still parted but no faintest stir of breath emanated from them and the rigidity had taken on a marble-like cast the mother bent over him moaning once more but lou turned upon her in swift scorn for goodness sake where's that tub or pan i asked you for he's got a chance a good chance if you don't waste any more time what you've been giving him anyway she added as the woman flew to do her bidding nothing but a little green corn he relishes it and it's so cute to see him try to chew it green corn lu repeated as she seized the heavy kettle and began pouring its steaming contents into the tub ain't nobody in your family ever had any babies before she hastily added to the tub a quantity of yellowish powder from a can which she had found upon the shelf of groceries and marched determinedly over to the man who was seated in the chair give me that baby she demanded but miss that water's boiling he gasped you're not going to put my baby in that the woman came quickly from her apathy of dismay and sprang forward while jim too advanced his anxiety for another reason lou you'll blister yourself horribly let me alone all of you lou turned upon them even as she stripped the wrappings from the child

haven't i done this a hundred times he ain't even goin to feel the heat of the mustard he's so far gone i guess i know what i'm doin the woman buried her face in her hands with a sob and even jim turned away his eyes but no one thought to interfere further with the assured little nurse. There was a splash of water, a little gasp from Lou, and then, after a period which seemed interminable, her matter-of-fact voice remarked, He's coming round! The tiny body was scarcely tinged with pink, but it had lost its dreadful rigidity,

and a faint cry came from it as Lou wrapped it in a shawl and laid it in its mother's arms. He'll do now, anyway, till that doctor comes. Amid the rejoicing of the parents, Jim advanced to Lou, and demanded, Let me see your arms. They're all right, she tried to put them behind her as she spoke, but he drew them forward. A network of blisters covered them almost to the shoulders.

Oh, Lou, Lou, he murmured brokenly. What won't you do next? She smiled faintly. You said I'd do anything once, but I've done this lots of times before. Well, well, good people, what's going on here? A kindly voice sounded from the doorway, and the woman turned with a little cry. Oh, Dr. Blumel. air. She saved the baby. Put him down in that scalding water and held him right there with her hands.

And she's burned herself something terrible. But she saved him. I never saw a braver. Let me see. The doctor examined the baby with professional gravity and then looked up. I should say you did save him, young woman. I couldn't have done better for him myself. now let me have a look at those arms of yours after he had bandaged her blisters the woman prepared food and coffee for them all and then took lou upstairs with her while jim dried his soaking clothes by the kitchen fire and the three men talked in a desultory way of the topics of the countryside dr blair had just ascertained that jim and his sister were strangers traveling toward new york and had offered to drive them both to the trolley line in his little car when the woman of the house reappeared with lou and jim stared with all his eyes could this be the little scarecrow of a girl he had met on the road only five days before this unbelievably tall slender young woman in the dark blue silk gown with filmy ruffles falling about her neck and wrists and soft puffs of blond hair over her ears it's me though i can hardly believe it myself lou answered his unspoken thought then drawing him aside she added

miss tooker that's her name gave me a pair of shoes too and a hat and five whole dollars are we going to a place called pelton jim nodded that is where i hoped we would be by to-night but it must be at least twelve miles away away. Well, Miss Tooker says the trolley goes right into Pelton, and she gave me a letter to a friend of hers there who'll take us in for the night. The doctor interrupted with an intimation of another patient to be visited, and they bade farewell to the grateful young couple and started away. The sun was still high, and save for the mud which splashed up with each turn of the wheels, all traces. of the storm had vanished. Jenny took her always was a fool, Dr. Blair grumbled. How many babies have you taken care of, young woman?

More in twenty, I guess, off and on, Lou responded. I used to work in an institution upstate. Fearing further revelations, Jim hastily took a hand in the conversation, and he and the doctor check, chatted until the trolley line was reached there when they had descended from the little car lew turned to jim and asked a trifle shyly you you're going to let me ask you to ride aren't you you bought all the food in riverburg you know and you seem to have financed all the rest of this trip he said with a rueful laugh i thought when you suggested that we should travel together

i would be the one to take care of you but it has been the other way around oh lou i've so much to say to you when we reach our journey's end they arrived at pelton before dark and found mrs tooker's friend who ran a small boarding-house for store employees and was glad to take them in at a dollar ahead lou disappeared after supper and although lou waited long for him for him on the little porch, he did not return until through sheer fatigue she was forced to go to bed. In the morning, however, when they met before breakfast in the lower hall, he jingled a handful of silver in his pocket. However did you get it, she demanded. Garage, he responded succinctly. Didn't know I was a chauffeur, did you, Lou?

A peculiar little smile hovered. for a moment about her lips, but she merely remarked, I thought you wouldn't only take a quarter. For each job, he interrupted her. A lot of cars came in that needed tinkering with after the storm, and they were short of hands. I made more than two dollars, and we'll ride and state into Hunnickers. Lou made no reply, but after breakfast she drew him out on the little porch.

jim i-i'm not going on what he exclaimed the woman that runs this place she-she wants a girl to help her and i guess i'll stay lou's tones were none too steady and she did not meet his eyes i-i don't believe i'd like new york you a servant here he took one of her hands very gently in his i didn't mean to tell you until we were nearly there and as it is there is a lot that i can't tell you even now but this much i want you to know you're not going to work any more lou you're going to a lovely old lady who lives in a big house all by herself and there you are going to study and play until you are really grown up and know as much as anybody She smiled and shook her head. This is the sort of place for me, Jim. I wasn't meant for anything else. And if I should live to be a hundred,

I could never know as much as that lady at the circus who called you Jimmy Abbott. What? Jim exploded for the second time. At least she said you looked like him, and if she didn't know you were in Canada... Good Lord, what was she doing? there. She was with another lady and two gentlemen, and I guess they come in an automobile,

Lou explained. They was in one the other day, anyway, the one that slammed into the egg wagon. She described in detail the two occurrences, and added miserably, I didn't mean to tell you, Jim, but as long as I'm not going on with you, I might as well. It was me that walked on your notebook back there on Mrs. Bemis's porch. It had fallen open on the floor, and when I picked it up, I couldn't help seeing the name that was written across the page. It was your own business, of course, if you didn't want to give your real name to anybody. Listen, Lou, he had caught her other hand now, and was holding them both very tightly. You are going on with me. I can't explain now about my name, but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters, except that you are not going to be a quitter.

You said that you would go on to New York with me, and you're going to keep your word. I know better now, she replied quietly. It's been a wonderful time, but I've got to work and earn my keep, and try to learn as I go along. It isn't just exactly breaking my work. It's—it's been a wonderful time, but I've got to work and earn my keep, and try to learn as I go along. It isn't just exactly breaking my word. I didn't realize— "'Realize what?' he demanded, as she hesitated. "'I thought at first that you were kind of like me. It wasn't until I saw that lady and found you were a friend of hers

that I knew you were different.' Her eyes were still downcast, and now a tinge of color mounted in her cheeks. i couldn't bear to have you take me to that other lady in the city and be ashamed of me ashamed of you he repeated and something in his tone deepened the color in her cheeks into a crimson tide lou look at me obediently she raised her eyes for an instant then lowered them again quickly and after a pause she said in a very small voice all right jim i-i'll go i guess i wouldn't just want to be a-a quitter after all it was mid-afternoon when they walked into hunnickers and although they had come ten long miles with only a stop for a picnic lunch between they bore no traces of fatigue rather they appeared to have been treading on air and although jim had scrupulously avoided any further reference to the future there was a certain buoyant assurance about him which indicated that in his own mind at least there remained no room for doubt he needed all the assurance he could muster as after ensconcing lou at the soda counter in the drug store he approached the telephone booth farthest from her ears and closed the door carefully behind him lou consumed her soda to its last delectable drop

glanced down anxiously at the worn but spotless little silk gown to see if she had spilled any upon it and then wandered over to the show-case jim's voice came to her indistinguishably once or twice but it was a full half-hour before he emerged from the booth he looked wilted but triumphant and he beamed blissfully as he came toward her mopping his brow he suspected that at the other end of the wire a certain gray-haired aristocratic old lady was having violent hysterics to the immediate concern of three maids and an asthmatic pekinese but it did not disturb his equanimity it's all right he announced aunt emmy expects you i didn't tell you did i that the lady i'm taking you to is my aunt no matter she's awfully easy if you get on the right side of her i've always managed her beautifully ever since i was a kid and you'll have her rolling over and playing dead in no time fifteen miles more to go lou and we'll be hello there jim an oil-soaked and greasy glove clapped his shoulder and as he turned the same voice suddenly altered stammered oh i'm a-o'lough I beg your pardon." Hello, Harry!"

Jim turned to greet a tall, lean individual, more tanned than himself, with little fine weather lines about his eyes and an abrupt quickness of gesture which denoted his hair-triggered nerves. What are you doing in this man's town? Motoring down from the Hilton's, the other responded. Pete was coming with me, but at the last man's minute he decided to stay over the weekend. I'm off to Washington tonight to see about my passport, sailing next Wednesday for Labrador, you know.

Then you're alone? Jim turned. Miss Lacey, let me present Mr. Van Ness. He spends his time trailing all over the earth to find something to kill. Miss Lacey is a young friend of my aunt's. I'm taking her daughter. down to her for a visit the explanation sounded somewhat involved but mr van ness seemed to grasp it and bowed your motoring too he asked no i-the fact is jim stammered in his turn we were thinking of taking the train why not let me take you both down in the car the other rose to the occasion

with evident alacrity. Miss Lacey will like it better than the train, I'm sure, and I haven't seen you for an age, old man. Jim accepted, with the promptitude which proclaimed a mind relieved of its final burden, and he turned to Lou. Mr. Van Ness had gone out to see to his car, and they were alone at a far corner of the counter.

How about it, Lou? The last lap. last fifteen miles. It's been a long pole sometimes, and we've had some rough going, but it was worth it, wasn't it? Her eyes all unconsciously gave him answer, even before she repeated softly. The last lap! Oh, Jim, shall I see you some time at this lady's house where you are taking me? Every day, he promised, adding with cheerful mendacity, i dine with her nearly all the time have for years come on lou harry's waving at us through the village and the pleasant rolling country beyond past huge wide-spreading estates and tiny cottages and clusters of small shops with the trolley winding like a thread between the big maroon car sped while the two men talked together of many things

and the girl sat back in her corner of the roomy tonneau and gave herself up to vague dreams then the cottages gave place to sporadic growths of brick and mortar with more open lots between them but even these gaps finally closed and lou found herself being borne swiftly through street after street of towering houses out upon a broad avenue with palaces such as she had never dreamed of on one side, and on the other the seared, drooping green of a city park in late summer. It was still light when the big car swept into an exclusive street of brownstone houses of an earlier and still more exclusive period, and stopped before the proudest of these. Jim alighted and held out his hand. "'Come, Lou,' he said. "'Jurney's end!'

End of Chapter 8. Recording by Roger Maline. Chapter 9 of Anything Once by Douglas Grant. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline. Anything Once by Douglas Grant. Chapter 9. The Long, Long Trail.

Three hours later, in that same proudly exclusive house, an elderly lady with gray hair and an aristocratically high, thin nose, paced the floor of her drawing room with a vigor which denoted some strong emotion. I must say, John, that I think the whole affair, whatever it may be, is highly reprehensible. I supposed James to be up in Canada on a fishing trip when he telephoned me this morning from somewhere near town with a most extraordinary message. She broke off, glancing cautiously toward a room across the hall, and added, He said he had something to tell me, and he would be here this evening.

Now you come, and you appear to know something about it, but I cannot get a word out of you. All I can tell you, Mrs. Abbott, is that if Jimmy does come tonight, I've got to pay him a thousand bones, dollars, I mean. It was a sort of a wager, and that must be what he wants to tell you about. It was an exceedingly stout, young man, with a round cherubic countenance standing by the mantle who replied to her, and the old lady glanced at him sharply. A wager? Hmm, possibly. She paused suddenly.

There's the bell. A moment later, James Terraceford Abbott, in the most immaculate of dinner clothes, entered and greeted his aunt, halting with a slight frown as he encountered the beaming face of the young man who fell upon him. Good boy, Jimmy! You made it, after all. With a few hours to spare! Jim darted a questioning glance at his aunt and seemed to release.

at her emphatic shake of the head. I knew we'd lost when Mrs. Abbott told me that you had telephone to her from just a little way out of town today, Jack Trimble responded. I ran over on my way to the club to give her a message from my mother. Did you have a hard time of it, old man? Hard, Jim smiled. I've been a rough rider in a circus. Mrs. Abbott groaned, but Jack Trimble's eyes opened as roundly and wide as his mouth. Thundering! So it was you, after all.

Me, Jim demanded with ungrammatical haste. You, Rough Rider, Circus, Jack exclaimed. Vera said the chap looked like you, but it never occurred to me that it could possibly be. So it was Vera, was it? Jim smiled. I heard what she said, I mean, it was repeated to me. You were one of that party? Yes, we were with the Lentelhans in their car, and the funniest thing happened the next day on the way home.

Krusty old farmer wouldn't turn out on the road, and Guy Lentelhan lost control and smashed straight through his wagon. jack laughed what do you think it was loaded with eggs responded jim crisply i happened to be on it at the time my boy and your sense of humor i hope you all got what i did But I must explain to Aunt Emmy here, or she will think that we are both quite mad. And I must be off to the club, Jack announced. I'll break the news to Billy Hollis that we've lost. See you later, and we'll all settle up. Good evening, Mrs. Abbott.

When the stout young man had taken his departure, Mrs. Abbott turned to her nephew between laughter and tears. james this is the maddest of all mad things that you have ever done jack doesn't know anything about lou jim demanded anxiously certainly not he has only been here a quarter of an hour and i kept her out of the way but james you cannot be serious you cannot mean to marry this nameless wave stop right there aunt emmy he interrupted her firmly i'm going to marry if she will have me your award whom you have legally adopted i mean you will have adopted her by the time she has grown up but i don't intend to be nosed out by any of these debutante grabbers i'm going to have everything settled before her studies are finished and you bring her out. I saw her first. Hmm, we shall see,

Aunt Emmy remarked dryly, adding, but that can wait for the moment. What was this ridiculous wager all about, and how did you get into such horrible scrapes? The whole thing came out of an idle discussion Jack Trimble, Billy Hollis, and I had at the club one night, concerning human nature. It drifted into a debate about charity in general

and the kindness shown toward strangers by country folk in particular, with myself and the minority, of course, Jim explained. They each wagered me a thousand against my 500 that I couldn't walk from Buffalo to New York in 25 days with only five dollars in my pocket to start with and work my way home without begging nor accepting more than a quarter for each job I managed to secure in any one time. The idea was to see how many of these hard-boiled upstate farmers we hear so much about would offer you the hospitality reputed to be extended only by the rural population of the south and west,

and how many would give a footsore and very weary traveler a lift upon the way. There were other conditions, too. I was not to use my own surname, not to go a foot out of the state into either Pennsylvania or New Jersey. I was not to beg, borrow, or steal, and for the occasional twenty-five cents I might earn, I could only purchase food or actual necessities, not use it for transportation, and I must not beat my way by stealing rides on boats or trains. or any other conveyances. While Aunt Emmy sat staring at him in speechless amazement, Jim produced his little red notebook and laid it before her. There's the route I chose over the mountains, my expense account for each day,

and the names and addresses of the people who helped to prove my contention that, take them by and large, the people of my own state are as big-hearted as any in the union, and Jack's money and billies says that they are. I'm going to return some of that kindness, Aunt Emmy. There are two little boys near Riverburg whose father is dead and who are trying to do the farm work of men.

They are going to a good school this winter, and there are a few other people who are going to be surprised. By Jove, I never realized what money was for until now. but best of all, I found Lou. And what makes you so sure that I am going to adopt her and educate her and bring her out? demanded Aunt Emmy. My dear boy, when you started on this Canadian fishing trip of yours, I knew that something extraordinary would come of it, but I did not anticipate anything so bizarre as this.

Why do you think that I will interest myself in this child? because you won't be able to help it his face had sobered and there was a note in his voice that his aunt had never heard before you won't be able to help loving her when you find out how courageous she is and sincere and true she is the biggest-hearted most candid naive little she is quite that aunt emmy interrupted in her turn with emphasis how am i ever going to hide her away until i've had her coached not to drop her g's and to realize that there is a u in the alphabet i don't know but i'll try james i think there are distinct possibilities there i knew it jim cried i knew you wouldn't be able to resist her for the lord's sake aunt emmy don't let them spoil her she's so sweet and simple-hearted don't let them make her cynical and worldly wise i'll promise not to speak to her not to let her know how i feel until you say what i may will you james there was a faint smile about the delicately lined lips she is a child in many ways a blank page for most impressions to be made upon but in other things she is a child in many ways-a-blank page for most impressions to be made upon but in other things she is a child in many ways she is a child in many ways she is a child in very much of a woman, and I rather fancy that what you have to tell her will not be so much

of a surprise. You, old dear, Jim sprang to his feet and folded his aunt in his embrace, which threatened her coiffure. Where is she? In the library, waiting for you, Jamie. She used the old nursery name and caught his arm. She is very very much. She is very much. She is very very young, but the heart sometimes break easily, then. Don't speak, unless you yourself are very sure." Jim smiled, and throwing back his head, looked straight into the kindly old eyes. Then, without a word, he turned and disappeared through the door. "'And you're going to be happy here?' It was some time later when Jim had explained about the wager, and they were sitting together

in the window seat. Happy? Why, Jim, I can't believe I'm awake. I'm going to study and work and try my best to be like her. Seems to me it'll take the rest of my life, but she says that in a year or two, there won't be anybody hardly tell the difference. And then, Lou, when the time is passed, what then? I don't know. her tone was serenely unconcerned that trail we followed together for the last week wasn't so bad was it he asked you were happy in spite of the hardships it was wonderful she drew a deep breath i-i wish we could start again jim and do it all over again every step of the way if you feel like that dear perhaps some day when you have finished your studies we will start again on a longer trail he took one of the little toil-worn hands in his the long long trail loo only we will be together when that day comes will you take the new road with me

she bowed her head and somehow he found it nestling in the hollow of his shoulder and his arms were about her after a long long long minute she stirred and smiled well she hesitated you knew from the very beginning jim that i'd do anything once the end end of chapter nine end of anything once by douglas grant