The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-01-16
When 4 Girl
 MQrries
CHATTER 461.
By ANN LESLIE.

an hour or her time. PerhapS more | cautious individual would have cast | up accounts against the ex-convict, l and would have hesitated to put her self in the power of the man she'd II seen driving Dick West away from 1 Dreamwold only a night before the | shotlng. Perhaps, even ! might at any other time have taken some pre- cautions before starting on this eX- | cursion.
 1 But I'd just been down in the depths of the misery that's always ready to engulf me nowadays. I'd let myself give way to my Loneliness | and my yearnings for Jim. And I'd | struggled out with the determination to do whatever lies in my power. to l help him. It wasn't easy to reach l the decision to go and humiliate my self before the woman Jim had left | in charge of his office. But I'd keyed myself up to the point where I was l prepared to beg Miss Storrs for in- Formation. I had determined to give her every bit of my meagre store of data in order that she might help me to think up the wisest things to 1 do for the man I. his wife. and she, his "office manager were serving. | Lyons offered me a temporary re- spite from this humiliating course. l Perhaps he could tell me some l thing that would enable me to fight 1 alone against the dangers which menaced Jim. No wonder I drove off with him without once thinking Of
  enough to long to serve Jim at any cost. So when Lyons turned into the park and sped down the left drive to thel oneiy road I'd travelled once I hadn't any reaction ecept that it was queer he should be choosing this road which doesn't lead anywhere. At thel oneliest point of the road. where it curves in close to the side of the hill and skirts the overhanging weep ing willows, Lyons stopped the car. EEm ping out he circled around under the trees and opened the door of the cap and stood and looking at me with the queerest expression I have ever seen on a human face. After ward I realized that it wasn't human at all-it was dog-ike.
 ''Im so glad you came, ma'am," he said. eff you hadn't I'm not able to say what would a done.' fYou sound-desperate,'' I replied. grave1y- 'fBut it ain't on my account. It's on yours, Ma'am. You seem to be mixed up with such queer ducks | lately. So I says to myself, says I, George Lyons, this here lady is the one which believed in you against all appearances and give you a job her self, after which, finding you one with as fine a gentlemen as ever were. Now when she starts nlixin' it up with folks as don't look none too good to you, what's the answer?" And do you know ma'am' what the answer
 What was it, Lyons?" I asked gravely.
 "The answer were, ma'an, that when little bit of all right gets mix ed up with wrong-uns, then it's high wrong-un hisself, should step in and see what the game of them wrong uns is. Which, beggin' your pardon. rna'am, if I have took any liberties in {1n aIl of r-ie Ioff fIIl tector, is what done.''
 Yes, Lyons 2" I queried with gasp ing voice. and shaking my head in the approval for which he was evil dently waiting.
 You remember, ma'am, don't you, that day when. MT. Hyland comes back to town bringing this father of yourn ?"
 In the midst of my perturbation I couldn't help making a mental note of the respect which he showed Father Andrew, and the cavalier way in which he spoke of Dad Lee. I put it down to instinctive snobbery.
 "Yes, remember I said.
 well, that very day I seen a com panion of me youth - which were none too creditable = starin' at me Leastways, he looked like a cat which were about to devour the family pet. don't like the way he stands-nor the way he looks. I makes up me
 
 But this here guy. he saves me the trouble of fishin' for him, by walking right into my net, in a manner of saving. He's a queer looking duck, with hunched shoulders and cap on always over harin' ears''--
 '"The bateared man!' I exclaimed.
 Then you've seen him, ma am ?'' asked Lyons alert1y.
 With you-in the car once when I spun by on my way downtown to MT. NeaPs office. I replied eau tiously.
 Yes. maa'am,'' replied Lyons with look which I interpreted as not quite satisfied. Then he went on: At first this Slim Darrow-which is what he chooses to call hisself-took the tone of threatenin'. When I see what mine had best be. So I acts as if I were right in with him from start to finish. He finds me useful, seein' as how I'm working for the parties
 'To frame?' I repeated breath 1essly
 "Yes, ma'am-to frame, no 1ess," returned Lyons. 'Wait a minute, ma'am, here comes a car-s'pose you point as if you was showing me which ; turn you want me to. take when we get beyond the curve"
 acted on Lyons quick-witted sug- gesmOn and waited until the car un- expectedly pilgrimaging through our little bypath had twirled past.
 Then I cried eagerly:
 'HGo on. Lyons-S1im Darrow came with his proposition to-frame some one?'
 Lyons eyed me shrewdly.
 You got some memory for names, ma'am," he said. Wei, Slim Oar row - som etmeS known as Darrow Addicks-comes to me an tells me story 1'N tell you if you don't think I've been too long -winded already"
 T want to hear every word of it," I explained. But, stop minute first-what did you say the mans other alias was ?'i
 For into my mind there had fash ed picture. It was of long manila envelope lying on the couch in the alcove of Dad Lees Hotel. On it I had seen written:
 Mr- | Addtcks,
 vilFe.''
 Whether Lyons knew 1t or not, it looked as if my father had his place in thes tory he was telling me-
 Gro Be Continued)