The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1920-09-16
DAN MEETS COUNT
BY BARBARA SANDS.

w. LEW oy Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
Daniel Allenby Fenton leaned back
|, comfortably in one Of the heavily I'M
hoIstered chairs of his favorita ba,.
Der shop.
DO your best by me. Tony" he
said to the barber, 1--WE an important
engagement tonight, and il IS impera.
i've that | look my best"
All right" returned Tony. "Tll give
! you haircut fit for king"
1 thought that kings, like poets
and bOlshevistS. always wore lone
"avy locks" remarked Dan. AS long
as get one fit for count I'll be sat
/ lshed. I'm going 10 meet a count TO-
hiSht-my sisters fiance. He is
couhtryman Of yours by the way. an
Italian. / don't much like tba idao
Oh having a hrother-in-law with a H.
ue' though. His kind doesn't amount
~ iluch as rule, and usually marries
TOT money. / wish l knew if he was
after Helen's."
On not all our aristocracy are de-
generate" defended Tony. MAY
ASK the gentleman's nameT
He is the Count yitelli."
Il have heard Of him. He is reputed
70 De very wealthy in his own right
SO II Is unlikely that he would MARY
for money!
Il wish I was sure Of that said
Dan thoughtfully.
Meanwhile. at Mile. Celeste,s exc,u.
siVe beauty parlors, in another mart Of |
'he city, Dams sister. Helen, was ORE
pairing to make a favorable imnres.
sion upon her brothers bride-to-be.
i must look my best tonight Mary
sne confided to the pretty and intelli-
gent looking manicure girl, whom she
had come to regard more as n friend
'nan q servant. Dan is going to
Dring his fancee to meet me and the
count"
lie must be a fine man." agreed
Mary, but do you think you will like
ne girl who Is going to marry your
brother"
Helen looked dubious. I'm not
'ure," she answered.
At eight o'clock that evening N.
cunt stopped his roadster at the curb
front or the Fenton home. AT the
oor ne was greeted eagerly by Helen
OF theirs was a love match, pure and
nipple. anu
Meanwhile, Dan and his fiancee
'ere speeding toward the Fenton S
ONE In the formers runabout. Il
AS the two entered the living room. +
ieien and the count stood IN and fl
lrned to greet them. AS the noble Il
ian faced Dan, the latter stopped in t,
IS tracks, his face assuming an ex- o
ression OF incredulity, which, how. 81
yer, soon changed to one of anger h
he had noticed, he would have seen el
'ecisely the same emotions reflected e,
pom the pretty face Of his sister az
lie gazed at his fiancee. For a long
slant the four stood as though made z
stone. Helen was the first 10 snaat
~ Dh' Sit Ctltu, Wnat-
But her sentence remained unfin- II
he'd. as Dan gave vent to his anger II
tn explosive speech. III
so this is your COUNT" he cried. III
his Is the adventurer who inveigled II
u Into accepting him with his lies III
out money and title! A COUNT II
ny, he's no more a count than am
king of Siam! He's nothing but II
common, ordinary barber. and he II
shaved me every day for the last |
monthsl You unprincipled scoun.
H." he yelled, turning to the impos-
!, I'LL" iii
But his threat was halted In the |
idle by his sister, who had placed her
n about her lover as though TO
ED him from the wrath of her
ther.
Dani" she cried, her voice choked
h anger, will you stop abusing
n Tony long enough to tell me
M var imam h. Ill