The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-09-30
IN THE FILM AND OUT
 BY REX PARSON

 F got the car out and fairly burned the road to get here.
 And he was out. and spent two hours trying to find him. didn [ gIve him a chance to show me how tdrunk he was He apologized. said It was nothing but politics; said he didn't suppose you'd care. and finally owned up that he didn't write it any how.'
 And then he telephoned MT. Moore; and MT. Moore won't even stuff out of the story. I suppose I'll have to send a note of thanks for his help in getting Will here tonight; but I'll never speak to him."
 'Oh. don't be silly" Carey ramb1ed On disgustedly at his daughter. 1T sent word for Moore to go the limit on that stuff Besides, he didn't know that we were the people he was wr1r- ing about. T had seen the way he was eyeing you that first night and made up my mind he'd never put any ginger into his stuff about me if he knew our names.''
 At last he had siIenced her. She leaned wearily against the wheel of the car.
 CT forgot that" she finally whisper ed, and then sat still again
 "WeH, come on home" he broke in with parental rudeness on her thoughts. Only he didn't seem to break them much. She simply unused aloud from there on:
 And I thought I was helping you-and Will Hammi1-and the peo- pie of the state. Oh, daddy, I'm tired Of 1t all. I want - D
 You want to go to bed. Where's your chauffeur?" he cut in again.
 'tI-I haven't any here. Will sent Francois about his business. It was MT. Moore who drove me out here"
 Well where is he?" he sp1uttered. Lets get him.
 ooh, father. I can't" she cried mot after all this. I can't
 He had got out of his car and started up the steps toward the door. She was after him as she pleaded to be spared my services.
 It gave me my opportunity to come out of hiding. I slipped down the steps. a few yards to the rear, then turned and walked briskly back again, as if just coming from the garage.
 "Oh, there's Moore now.- her father exclaimed. spotting me just as they had nearly reached the en- trance. Hello, Moore! We were looking for you. Alice wants you to take her On home.'
 MT. Carey was very much a busi- ness man. When he had found or ordered what he wanted he went on to the next matter without waste of time. He now clampered into his runabout, pushed the starting button. the gear lever, the clutch-and was off. He merely called over his shoul- der:
 Come on."
 Alice had moved rather slowly down to the car. She stood there half hesitating about climbing Tn.
 Are you sure you want me to drive you home, Miss Carey?" I ask ed.
 "Yes, MT. Moore" she said with some effort.
 It was a pity to bedevil her then She had had enough for one day. But a man who had done all the caves dropping I had managed to do cannot be expected to show a. fine sense of delicate mercy. The temptation was more than I could resist.
 'fWhat do you say when you want me?" I demanded mischfevousIy- and as anxiously as if I were asking for bread after a tlfrty-day fast.
 l. e. Her spirits were reviving.
 had switched On the spark I switched it off again.
 Ned" she uttered with a little laugh. And I helped her in and we started for home.
 The moon had waned a bit since that first evening when I had driven her over the perfect road; but it had come Up a half-hour before, and still flooded the world with beauty. The air was cool and bracing. I shifted my eyes from the road and caught a glimpse of her face. She looked away from mine in embarrassed haste. More temptation!
 Alice" I said. I'm just a poor hack writer now. I haven't anything in the world to offer a girl like you and I'm not going to offer you any thing; I'm not going to ask you for anything-not yet.
 But I'm going to amount to sons- thing. I've known it most of the time since I first saw your face. Your father says he'll make me governor. I don't know whether I'll be able to let him do that or not. I'll never be a bossed Governor; and Pm not sure whether he'd want the other kinu.
 But I'm going to be something. I'm going to be big enough to ask you to be my wife. I'm going to keep you in my memory as the incentive for work, for fighting, for living
 ''Im not going to ask you 10 call me Ned any more now. You can call me Mir. Moore or Shylock or Fido for all I care. The next time you ca1 me Ned I want it to be because you because I'm worthy of you-because you want me for something a lot more than driving you home in car or electing another man Governor or-''
 Say, forgive me I'm talking like an escaped inmate of Mattewan. Of course I couldn't be anything you'd want in a thousand years. I'm a cad to talk like this just because you can't get away from me- r.
 tOh, just love you! I suppose you can forgive me for that?'
 In the dim light or the moon I saw a smile flicker across her face. We very nearly piled into the ditch. App parent1y she did not notice it.