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as we neared the place the girl asked him to step across the street and a few doors away from the restaurant. As the cab slowed down she jumped out and ran, as if frightened toward the corner. Just after she had disappeared from view around it a great commotion arose, people shouting and running toward the corner. I stayed in the cab, and the driver went slowly past, trying to see what the excitement was about. All we could see was a crowd gathered on the pavement and naturally I wanted to get away- So I went back to the hotel. The ending of that sordid little pickup had always puzzled me- Why did the girl fear to stop in front of the restaurant when she had so readily allowed me to pick her up there? Why did she jump from the moving cab and run? If she had picked my pockets it would have been understandable but I lost no valuables. And what happened to her around the corner? I never saw her again, and am glad that we had no more intimate dealings than we did. She was a hard-faced girl with a peculiarly grating and disagreeable voice. There was nothing attraction about her except a passable figure. and I have rarely been as lonely or reckless as to make advances to a woman so unattractive. I had while teaching at Carthage kept a desultory sort of diary and made occasionally entries at New York. The earlier portion I long ago destroyed. Under date of August 29th , 1917, I find "Have been in New York since last Saturday collecting equipment and waiting for orders The first is just about finished. Today we went over to Governor's Island to draw our