Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1917-10-07

do you say. Joan. darling? Aren't
you glad to see me??" he asked, link
ing his arm in the girls and advanc-
Ing his face within q few inches of
hers.
He pulled her toward the door,
thru which Myers had already pre-
ceded them. But at the door Joan
round her voice. She pulled herself
gasped.
Yes. my dear?"
What has happened? What is
it?" she cried, wildly.
, lie bent toward her and kissed her
ITS the sight Of you, little Joan
wentworth" he said MY you do
look a sumner tonight"
with sob Joan tore herself away
from him and ran upstairs at the top
OF her speed. She was choking with
grief and shame. Hard as she ran.
she knew her flight was an incen-
tive to Lancaster to follow her. He
went after her as fast as he could
and as she slammed the door Of her
room his hand was on the knob out
the key.
Joan! Joan! Open the door and
don't act like n little fool" he
shouted. whats the matter with
you? Amt you glad I've come back :?
Say, I've got a half dozen bottles of
the fizzy stuff in my bag, and we
three will make a night Of It,"
60 away!" cried Joan, hysteri-
cally, Leave me alone, please Doc
tor lancaster"
THE devil" shouted the other, and
set his shoulder to the door. 1t
crashed open, sending the girl stag
gering into the center of the room.
Lancaster stood before her, with evil.
angry, mocking face.
See here. now" he began, as Joan
retreated slowly before him, looking
at him in fascinated horror. II guess
this is sort Of misunderstanding ism,
1t, Joan? You haven't turned against
me since l left here yesterday
There's none of these spry. young
farm hands about here has cut me
out, eh, dearie??"
"Oh, won't you please leave me-
pleaded Joan. TRY to remember
day"
That's true!" he swore I'm diff
ferent now. I was a sanctimonious
| mug yesterday. I'm. in my right mind
today. 1t gave me the blue creeps,
being cooped up here In this God
forsaken place. / tell you, Joan. now
that I've had enough good liquor to
soak that morphine out of my sys-
tenn, I'm feeling like king. Say
| now, come down to supper, like a
good little girl, and we'll have a great
| time together. Myers doesn't bear
any ill-feeling. And we'll put him
out after n while and finish up the
| bottles ourselves. And say"
He was advancing toward her with
| his arms outstretched. Joan spranp
back to the washstand and snatched
up the half-filled pitcher, with such
an evident determination to defend
herself with 1t that the man fell back
scowling.
Joan, don't be a little jackass,
he shouted. angrily. II know thai
you mean when you look at me like
that. You think you're above being
jolly and sociable Just because
don't choose to stand on my dignity
tonight. Did you expect me to &c
about always looking like a sane
titled mummy. as l did when l wa:
mr.
Listen, Doctor lancaster" painted
the girl. "I am not going to judge
You by what you are saying now
Leave me, and tomorrow, If you are
yourself, I shall be willing to heal
your explanation, because l know 1t Il
not your better self that is speaking
Leave my room now, please, imme'
diateiy!"
The man glared at her; but he was
dominated, in spite of himself, by
her courage and apparent calmness.
well, I'm not going TO fight with
YOU before I've had my supper" he
answered. "You think things over
and in d little while guess you'll
see them in a different light. Yot
can't fool me with those mock air!
and graces, dearie. I've seen then
in women before. Used to believe II
them once. too, till ] found 1t mean
that it was going to cost me more II
the end You come down and ac
straight, Joan-see? 2"
he slammed .the door viciously be
hind him. Joan fell upon her Knee:
beside the bed. There, fearless, bu
shaken with her grief, she poured ou
a wild prayer for the lost soul or tht
man. This was worse than anything