The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-09-30
CHAPTER TX. Father and Daughter.

l was as I drove the car to the doctors, l and thence to the Governors home, l that the secretary explainel to me
 the course of his excellency's unique 5ags.
 1 s'I tried.'' he added to tnIs ac- l count" to get hold of Carey. He's out. l I ina zine he's trying 10 find his l daughter. It is not unlikely that he | knows she picked Tamni1 up and l knows a heap more than she does just
 what ails the Governor" | As before. we got Hamni1 into his house and to bed Jones had stayed | upstairs helping the doctor. I recan- l ed that I had not switched off the | motor in the haste of the. moment, l and returned. to the car to attend to Iithis, when Alice appeared in the | wake of one of the Governors prt- 1 kate servants.
 .'PI get him walked up in a min | ute," the man was assuring her as he 1 set off toward the old-fashioned barn l that had been converted into a vastly | oversized garage. with sleeping quar- l ters in what had originally been q
 hay loft.
 | I went on with the little matter 1 of turning off the spark current ana | backed away from the car. If Alice
 wanted Hammfl's cha uffeur to do the
 rest of her driving I wouldn't prevent | her getting him.
 L. I had suspicion that the chauffeu.- | was among those who had taken ad- | vantage of the Governors little spree | to enjoy little sprees of their own. My | suspicion was soon confirmed, | though I had turned my mind to De | interested in the fact that Miss Carey | seemed not to intend awaiting the re- | port of her fance's return to con
 sciousness.
 l "He isn't there, miss" the servant announced, as I expected. | "Oh, dear!" she moaned. | It was positive lamentation. I had never thought of her as capable o1 | such weakness as she seemed now 70 l betray. If she burst into tears. l thought, I would simply have to in- | trude an offer of my services. 1 At this instant she stiffened. There was long, believing honk from a | motor horn that should have been on 1 locomotive.
 | Its father!" I heard her whisper 1 tragically to the servant. Then she | ran toward the car and 1eaped into | the drivers seat.
 | Obviously the few lessons she had had in driving had not thoroughly | familiarized her with things; or her | fathers approach held some terror | that sufficed to make her forget. She I was fussing futively with the brake 1 when she should have been pedaIing | On the starter Then the gIarIng
 headlights of a huge. overpowered | runabout shot it's rays upon her. In a slightly different way she stiff 1 fened again. this time as TOT an at | tack. Oddly enough, the pair of them father and daughter uttered the | same words exactly together: This is the end!' Of course there was a difference in | the way they said it. His big, boom l ing voice was uttering command. | with that touch of fear which is com | mon to fathers attempting to com | 7nand daughters. and which gave the 1 words on his lips the tone of a de- l claration of war.
 | She was pronouncing an ultimatum.
 The situation looked full of interest. And was fixed to look at it. I had gone up the steps from her car at the l end of the porch, with sinister intent | to gratify my eyes with a last view 1 of her departure with the chauffeur. In order to leave my secluded corner. would either have to walk down the | steps straight toward them cor to go down the porch under the flare of a | lamp.
 To do one was to appear to "but 1 in'': to do the other was to look as | if I had been spying. Besides, the | situation did not yet seem to demand | that I make any effort to evade it.
 "Ill never marry hin-never; not if he were the last-' she cried al-
 most ferociously.
 Not if I know it." he roared back
 at her. "Tve been wondering for two l years what you could see in him to
 like"
 "You wanted him to stay Governor
 of the state" she retorted now.
 
 1 for a, flgurehead!" "A figurehead! You ought to see
 the stuff he's written about you in his 1 book-only he didn't write it. The
 miserable little whelp. after all you've
 done for himl I told him he could 1 take that out or -
 ''so that's what Moore was talking about, eh?"
 'tAnd MT Moore is the man who
 actually wrote all that nasty stuff( I l did think he was decent Alice went | on vehemently.
 Eaves- -droppers don't always hear | good of themselves, it seems, though 1 that first night at the Elite had made 1 me think myself a lucky exception. "of course he wrote it. You didn't
 think Bill Hammi1 could do it, did l you?" Carey snapped.
 "I did think so. That's why I let
 him give me back the ring. Only, I'd l Just heard the first part. It sounded l clever
 "A long sight too clever for Bill
 But I didn't know you had broken off,
 1 1T broke off the day before he had | that other fainting spell. He was so ugly that he got me angry. I didn't
 think then, though. that he was | drunk. He was-he is-that's what
 ails him right now. Marry hirn!"
 1T never wanted you to marry him. | I told you that st the start. Bus, | since you wouldn't believe me, | couldn't see why I shouldn't use your | influence to save us from going to | pieces, until you found out what he
 was. I must say wish you'd found l out sooner or g good bit later. Now | he'll mix in with the bunch of graft l who ha1-a tried tn dn1arra Iae 11z