The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-05-06
When A Girl
 Marries
By ANNE LESLIE.
CHAPTER 553 Copyright. 1920. King Features Syndt-

cate, Inc.
 "Lyons!" I cried, my heart thump- l ing so that it seemed to bump into ] my words as I tried to express them 'I don't know what to say-or how | to thank you for what you've man
 aged to do. Dick West fooled all the
 rest of us who wanted to find him. | But you-trai1ed him. You've got him for me"
 In the excitement of realizing that l Jfm's enemy was within reach-prac- 1 ttca1ly in my power-I entirely over
 looked one phase of Lyons story. But | in the next moment he reminded me. | Soberly. in q subdued and respectful voice. he took up his narrative pre- | ctsely at the point where I had inter | rupted it. He repeated his own | words with a strange monotony which | gave them arresting emphasis. "Yes-I almost trips over MT. Lee
 as comes out into the corridor. | didn't have time to duck And there were your father and I face to face.'' My father! This is the first time Lyons has come into the open and | acnowledged in so many words that | he understands the relationship be- | tween me and the little, dejected- | looking man he's so often driven me to visit. My father! I knew Lyons had brought that word into his nara | tive to remind me of the cost of ar resting Dick West.
 1 I walked to the window and stared 1 out at the street, trying to think out my problem logically and decently. For the first time since my poor little prodiga1 father has come into my life stopped to consider ms side of things with any sympathy or tender ness. He wasn't there to antagonize me, and as pictured him coming be- ioI, was certain his almost fanatic regard for Dick had prompted him to do, I felt sudden respect for him and his dogged attitude toward the warped. perverted thing he calls right"
 What did my father do?" I ask
 ed, still staring out into the qulet street.
 ''He steps up to me like little ban tam, ma'an, and asks me if I don't know that's service stairway Pm us- ing and not for guests of the hotel. Is this your f1oor-or do you wish me to show you the e1evator? he says, as perky as you please"
 And then what did you dor" ask ed in a monotone which accompanied the sudden heaviness of my heart.
 What could I do, ma'am? If I make 8 move that puts him wise Dick makes his getaway. Having no warrant I couldn't do thing. What I wanted to do was to get telephone and let you know. So I says to MT. Lee. acting as if I'd never seen him and hadn't a suspicion who he were, that I'd got off at the wrong floor and were trying for a short cut to the floor below. and would he please show me to the elevator if he didn't mind, as I were all mixed-up like"
 And what then?' I asked in the heavy pause which followed.
 "Oh, Mrs. Harrison, I hopes by all that's sacred to me I did right! For a second there alone in the corridor with that little man I thought how easy it would be to tie him up so he couldn't give no warning and then make a break for Vests room and get him, too And then send for the police and take a chance on it all being night until I could find you and get you to see it through the rest of the way"
 why didn't you?" I asked almost under my breath.
 'I couldn't, ma-ann. couldn't lay hands on your father. It might have been my way in the old dayS-but now, out O. respect for you, Mis- liar rison, I had no more power to do that than I have to go back to breaking into second stories when the farnily's down to dinner"
 With g. choke in my voice, I turned to face the man whose feelings were so fine and whose loyt1ty so sure. While he was talking, I'd given my conscious mind to his words and had cut my way subconscious1y through the underbrush of my tangled desires. and emotions.
 If went down now and caused Dick Vests arrest, how much would this involve my father? Would Dick manage to shift the blame and twist things around so that poor little Dad Lee must suffer for the man I thought him actually capable of dy- ing for?
 pictured my poor little father and his battered, misdirected life from the days of hds youth when he had balanced on the edge of destruction as a gambler. thought of his deser- ton of my mother-but now could see that to him this might have stood for banishment from all his old haunts-a sacrifice remembered the time he'd offered to lend me two pitiful, greasy one-rollar bills.
 And when I had arrived at this stage, I didn't see how could life a finger to arrest Dick-if taking him meant that my poor little father might be accused of being an acces- sorry to any of Dicks crimes.
 Never before in my life have a found myself in such tangle of de- sires and problems There was Dad Less weighing in the balance against Dick. There was Dick. who had done such cruel. madman's harm to Neal and to Jinn-
 Jim! As my husbands name whir1- ed into my dazed consciousness I felt my lips fold sternly almost before realized I'd come to a decision. And then I turned back to Lyons.
 Everything you've done is right" I said. "You've been splendid, George Lyons. You're an honest, straight thinking, loyal friend But now it's up to me to do what is right for me. So we'll go and swear out a warrant, and then we'll take an officer and go down and arrest Dick West. ad- nlire my fathers loyalty to an old friend But my loyalty to my hus-