Evening star., 1922-09-24
BY GEORGE KEBBE TURNER.
Who Presents a Love Tale Of
Today IN an Up-to-Date Setting.

him slammed open-and a short, fat.
red-faced man jumped out.
You're whale Of a bunch of de-
tectives.' he stated to the other three.
Look here" he said addressing Mr..
Cahart. You claim you are married
to that girl?"
II certainly am,H persisted Mr.. Ca
hart
when did you marry herr" persist
ed the short, fat, purple man.
That's my business"
"Where?"
That's my business"
How long agoT
Look here" said Mr.. Cahart.
whats all this to your He could
see that this man wasn't a policeman.
The short, fat man seemed entirely
| to lose his self-control.
What's this to me? I'll show you
| what it is." he answered loudly.
| You'll answer me-or I'll pull your
| tongue out. And eat it," he added as
| an afterthought. You'll see. And If
what you say is true" he added, I'll
snatch your whole hide OF. I'll pull
| your skin OF over your head like
shirt
A this another door opened and
Il \ three figures appeared-the ma
| tron of the detention room and with
her an older, tear-stained woman.
and Mr.. Caharts fellow prisoner.
IT'S all cleared up." cried the
| rnunoer 1yopnao eYcitedly
Look here. Laura" said the short
man. Arc you married to this thing
| here?"
Young Mr.. Cahart noted the singu
lar resemblance between them. in>
spite OF the great difference in their
physical attractions. They stared at
each other with great Intensity, ap-
/, parently without any mutual impress
sion. 1t was the mans eyes. however.
| which gave way first.
Because il you are-if you are" he
ksaid. now turning to young Mr.. Ca
hart. Til take you back and TIL"
| Don't you dare! Don't you dare
speak to him like that! He's the
Ioblest man I ever knew! And l can
prove 1t to you" young Miss Dinsdale
was reasserting.
| Why-his name" sad the other
conclusively, his name isn't even
Proudfoot"
Certainly it isn't" replied Miss
Dinsdale. "Why wouldn't I know it
when I gave 1t to him."
Gave 1t to him." repeated the other
inca choking voice. And yet you
married him."
Married him. Certainly not" re-
piled the young girl.
Tell him. fell your father" plead
ed the older woman now.
| Look here" her father said at last
to young Mr.. Cahart, what's your
real name?"
"Cahart."
| what Cahart- Where were you
from? Who was your father"
"John W. cahart Of Chicago" re-
sponded young Mr.. Cahart.
"who used to be in the grain bust
ness?" asked Henry W. Dinsdale.
Yes, sir"
John W. Cahart Of Chicago" ex
claimed Mr.. Dinsdale. "At 13-Dear-
born street"
Did you know him." asked young
Mr.. Cahart with surprise.
Did I know him." said Henry W.
Dinsdale. why. l went to school
with him in nlyria."
| "What'd 1 tell you" answered his
daughter proudly.
But Mr.. Dinsdale was speaking
rather of her than to her.
Right on her feet" he said, with
look Of extreme pride in his eyes.
"Just like her dad
"And now" said Henry W. Dins-
dale briskly. "if you two kids are
tired holding each others hands. per-
haps we'd better 60 over to the hotel
that is, IL we can arrange 1t with
these gentlemen" he said to the de-
tectives, ito let you go!"
"Oh, that'll be all right, Mr.. Dins-
dale" said the three detectives almost
as a unit.
Move on, MIR. and Mrs. Proudfoot"
cried the voice of Henry w. Dinsdale
You're blocking up the traffic"