A Road Mystery
CHAPTER II
A ROAD MYSTERY
Like a great many other beautiful streets, there was a poverty-stricken section, if sparsely inhabited, just behind Bonwit Boulevard. A group of shacks and squatters’ huts down in a grassy hollow, with a little brook flowing through it to the lake, and woods beyond. It would not have been an unsightly spot if the marks of the habitation of poor and careless folk had been wiped away.
But at the moment Jessie Norwood and her chum, Amy Drew, darted around from the broad boulevard into the narrow lane that led down to this poor hamlet, neither of the girls remembered “Dogtown,” as the group of huts was locally called. The real estate men who exploited Roselawn and Bonwit Boulevard as the most aristocratic suburban section of New Melford, never spoke of Dogtown.
“What do you suppose is the matter, Jess?” panted Amy.
“It’s a girl in trouble! Look at that!”
The chums did not have to go even as far as the brow of the hill overlooking the group of houses before mentioned. The scene of the action 12 of this drama was not a hundred yards off the boulevard.