The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-05-17
SECTION
Wien A Girl Mnrries
BY ANN LISIiE.

! question which would set me at rest
regarding Dad Lee.
| viii you please give me Mr.. Lu-
| cius L. Lees room number?' asked
| Of the strange boy at the desk.
"I don't know it, he replied.
you might look it up suggest
ed.
Cant he answered 1aconica1Iy.
'1Then may I speak to someone who
can-Mr. Rogers, for instance?'
'Mr. Rogers ain't it. Nobody here
can tell you anything about Mr.. Lee
replied the new clerk with pat
glfbness which was parrot-like.
Mr. Sts6ord ?'' suggested at ran
dom. So
Don't know anyone by that name ss
he barked. 4@
won't you see if you find Mr.. y
| Rogers?" I asked. II have a partic- Il
| udar interest in Mr.. Lee. I must get
news to him ~
Whats he to you?" grumb1ed the ~
new clerk. =
| HE happens to he my father
replied with what patience I could IS
| command. on
He does!" sur1iness gave way to 1e.
a slight show of interest. land what 8
might happen to be your n>tne?''
at is Mrs. HARRISON, and recon- *
mend better manners to you Young 81
man, if you wish to keep you Sposi- 81
| ton" I returned tartly. S65
ooh, would you?" he Jared. ar az
moment later 1 was blessing he
wrath I'd kindled since it made l. -rnas +
| Ioquacious. "a
'fWeu Tn in no danger of losing 3
'ny job, let me tell you. I'm Mr.. Har-~a
ry Rogers, Jr. And the gentleman
you wish to see happens to be my !.
father. And what is more he hap 3
pens to be out seeing your father off S.
on a train. So it won't pay you to
| hang around here cross-questioning !.
me any longer. See?"
st see,'' [ gasped.
"I was overwh elmed, but not, as -
young Rogers probably fIattered him
self, by anything he'd told me. What
got me by the throat and worried
me as ruth1essly as some times a ter-s
rier worries a helpless bird was the
nowledge that Dad Lee-the prodi-
gal father I'd tried against my better
Judgment to treat decently-had play
ed me false again. He'd betrayed me
for Dick West. His wounds, his
bandages, his weakness, his groans
were all trumpet up to hold me back
while Dick made his escape.
Turning I made my way back
across the lobby to where Carlotta 3
awaited me.
where's Lyons?" I asked. did
he find he had to go, after au?"
''He popped out of this place like
a. flash, replied Carlotta- HE went
a second after you turned your back.
and he didn't stop for a by-yotr-.
1eave,'"
I'VE might as well CO." Z said
| shamefaeedly. TITS clear that
Dad Lee has-gone to join Dick West
His wound weren't very real, [ guess"
ooh, yes, they were,' hep1ied Car
lotta- CT could feel them burn and
throb under the bandages as put on
the boracic acid. But that doesn't
mean he hasn't gone to join his hero.
Wounded and deserted-he still fol-
lows his ideal. That makes him faith
er-glor1ous don't you see it does,
Anne ?''
Loyal to his idea of right, you
mean?" I answered YEARLY, lead
ing the way out of the hotel which
I hoped I'd never again have cause to
enter.
AS we turned to walk down the
street, "a figure slipped out of the
shadow of the building next door,
where once long ago I'd seen Slim
barrow skluking. 1t was Lyons. In
a low voice he fairly commanded:
1.-The cars parked at the side of
the hotel-right alongside the dining
room with the big French windowa
Go careful like, and look into the hos
tel as soon as you're hid in the carts
(To Be Continued