Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1917-02-10

The Discarded Model Leads John to
Vests Studio.
him. Jessie Simms is in Vests studio
at this minute. You have a car,
haven't you? Take me there and you'll
soon find out, Nisether I'm lying or
not"
They alighted at a studio building.
The lady, being well known there as
a model, had no difficulty in leading
Burton to Vests fiat without being
announced.
sNow," she whispered vfndictively,
hating in front of a closed door and
producing a latchkey. walk right in
and put the double cross on Mr.. Rob
ert West,'
The woman seemed so sure of her
position that, after a momentary hest
tation, John opened the door. trav-
ersed a carpeted passage and entered
room Which his guide Indicated by
a silent gesture.
No intruder could have appeared at
a more awkward moment. There was
no Slletching toward. Jessie SimmS
was in Vests arms, and their lips had
just met in long and lingering kiss I.
OF course the two started apart. Jes-
sic uttered slight scream, but her
pretty eyes sparkled now with angry
dismay rather than girlish confusion.
Putting a bold front on matters,
West beloved Il demand for an eX-
PLANTATION. John did not answer, but
gazed sadly at Jessie Simms, whose
fortitude promptly deserted her, be-
cause she hid her flushed face in her
hands and began sobbing.
''Tve nothing to say" he announced
at last. Il neither explain nor apollo
gize. That poor girl can tell you why
1 am here"
He turned and went out, paying no
heed to the bitter taunts which the
discarded model gas now flinging at
the artist. Entering his car, he babe
the man go home. He was minded at
first to call and see Peter but felt I'M
equal to any further strain that day.
When all. was said and done, he had
kept his word to the boy and his sister,
and meant visiting them during the fol-
lowing week, when perhaps the girl
might have repented her folly and be
willing to start afresh.
His mind was so taken up with
brooding thoughts that he did not no.
tice disturbance in the street until
the car stopped, being unable to adj
vance further owing to dense crowd
which had gathered in front of a sa-
loon.
John let down the window and
leaned out.
'.What is the matter?' he inquired
of a bystander.
sob, nothing much, SIR said the
man. Just couple of young DRINKS
started fighting in the saloon. They
wouldn't quit, even when they was
-chucked out, so now the cops have
got ZEN, and they're in for thirty days
apiece
The car moved on. One of the po-
licemen was ringing for a patrol
wagon, while the other held the would
be combatants at arms length. And
one of them was Peter Simms- 1t
happened that the man to whom Bur
ton had spoken before was walking
alongside, and John addressed him ex-
citedly.
''Why. I know one of those boys"
he said. His name is Simms. and
can vouch for it that little over an
hour ago he was no more under the
influence of liquor than l am
'.Are you the gentleman who pays
his board bills and gives him money!"
inquired the other curiously-
..Yesr
s'well, take my tip, sir, Gud let up
on the game. He's just playing you
for a sucker. I YVES in that very sa-
loon when he came in and told the
crowd you had flashed an extra FIVE
spot on him ans his sister this week !"
Utterly disheartened, John sank
back into corner of the luxurious
limousine. Evil showed no signs of
relaxing its grip on humanity. His
weIl-meant assistance had only made
easy the downward path for Jessie
Simms. and opened the prison door to
her brother.
END OF SIXTH EPISODE.