CHAPTER XXI

MARGY’S STORY The light that sprang to Joe’s eyes at sight of Rose was unmistakable. He seized the hand that she had laid on his arm and drew her into a store entrance, where they could talk in comparative privacy for a few moments. “I say, you’re a sight for sore eyes, Rose,” he exclaimed, eying her admiringly. “I began to think I would never see you again.” “Whose fault is that?” asked Rose, adding quickly, as a shadow crossed his face: “What are you doing in this particular part of town?” Rose saw that she had a…