The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-08-07

together?"
 CT can't say I knew him. He was the naeress chance acquaintance, and I thought it was the same with your daughter. I didn't even know they had met-at q dance. she told me-until the other day"
 Well. the internal puppy claims his love for her was too ardent to per init him to insist on the usual dot. You know their damned custom over here-dot and carry one, I call it. you pay something handsome down to the fellow who takes your girl off your hands Now that they're mar ried-a week ago 1t was-he comes around and wants to know what sort Of an arrangement as to an allow ance I'm prepared to make. reminds me that Dorothea has always been accustomed to luxury and that it breaks his heart that he cannot grar- fly her. Admits he has no pob, and isn't looking for one. Says he's a gen tleman!"
 He's a crook" corrected Kane. "You know that? You're sure7" Certainly I'm sure. I wish had suspected she cared for him that way I never dreamed of such a thing" "Oh, doubt if she's lost her heart. It's merely that she's always had her l Swp way, and acted on impulse. rms young blackguard is good looking enough, a nice ornamental thing to be seen with, and she thought she'd like to own him to show off with before the girls back home. And now she's hitched-oh, the cedemoney waA legal | all right! I looked into that first | thing.''
 What did you tell Marechal?"
 "Ten him? Oh, a number of things. The last time he called I think I told him the only reason didn't slap his face was because didn't want to get all scented up with cheap perfumery."
 But what of Dorothea?" Welter rose Wearily to his feet. She's made her own bed, and she can lie in it. She can always come back to us alone, but she can't have both this sweet-scented scoundrel and her old dad. I told him to tell her so."
 Kane was genuinely disturbed by the escapade. His gorge rose at the thought of what misery the future
 held for Dorothea as the wife Of that sleek crook, Marechal. whose activi-
 ties he could only surmise. but whose
 character he correctly estimated as o1 the minus variety
 His own little affair with Andree had put him in more than usually
 sympathe mood, and he would gladly have spent both time and money freely to extricate the silly girl
 from her entanglement; but he could think of nothing feasible. He determined to visit her. Hel :, own attitude must dominate the sit
 uation, after all.
 He would have learned her address
 and called, had not an astounding , event intruded in his own affairs.
 A little excursion had been planned
 to the old Latin Quarter on the lef bank of the Seine.
 Kane Twas to take Andree and hel two little friends to one of the artis
 and student resorts for dinner, ant
 later they were to visit as many oi , the quaint attics. cellars and holes in-the-wall as they could up to mid. night, or even bit later. , The little adventure had been look , ed forward to with real eagerness
 The dancing girl was 10 hold the en-
 tire evening free. and had SO inforrn' ed the Respondent patron of the ' Monkey-Cage.
 It was not quite six o'clock wher whistling an air that sounded quit, . out of place and the ancient rocker r ies of the Rue des Abbesses, Kan , turned into the little cobbled cour F and began the long climb to Andree'
 crows nest of a home.
 He had thought to hear the merr, i, laughter and chatter of the girls be
 fore he gained the last stage. I D often came to him through the warp
 ed old door. as he toiled up two O. ? three flights below. Tonight ther was no audible sound; or did his ear x detect, on the last stage of his ascent 2 a faint sobbing?
 He Quickened his pace. Barely ha, r his hand rattled the ancient wrought = iron latch when the portal fiuni open. and he was seized by eithe
 arm, Louise clinging to his left, he a sister to his right. They pulled hin
 inside and pushed the door to. Kane's French, creditable by thi Arabic under the amazing verbal at
 tack of the two small ladies. Not til :, several minutes had passed, and h had clapped his hands over his ach
 ing ear drums and scowled ferociousl,
 did he succeed in bringing them t
 the firm ground of slowly enunciatet l French.
 "It was but last night-'' a This morning. au contraire. a | two hours-' from Henriette. ''The poor innocent Here at he | very door step"
 a that pig of a-''
 ''She is gone and we don't knov
 where they have taken her!''
 Gro Be Continued Tomorrow) e Copyright 1922. Thompson Feature Service.