The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-03-13
SECTION
When 4 Girl M0yvies
By ANN LESLIE.

, ana habits and associates, but natural " l cannot sit calmly by and do noth- ing when he disappears" l listened to my own voice critically and judicially. It sounded casual It had no note of high excitement felt sure that the young-old manager with his smirking lips didn't dream that I was giving him a confidence. Sitting there with such seeming calm ness and caSualneSs, I battled with a | terrific feeling of agitation-for this was the first time I'd acknowledged Dad Lee. For the first time since his unweI- come entrance into my life I'd con- fessed to someone outside my own cir cle of conf1dants that my father was little old man who lived in a second rate hotel and made himself cheap even in the eyes of it's employees. There was strange f1nality in what I'd just done. For myself I resented it. Nor was my distaste 1essened by the young clerks insinuations. But for Jin1's sake it was necessary to put myself on record. In no other way could I win the slightest assurance that this pink-cheeked manager would give me the information which needed to protect Jim from the fa- ther who was, above all else, Dick Vests friend.
 Well, well!" said MT. Rogers-sti1l with that air of being about to rub his hand together. T didn't dream that MT. Lee had such charming re1a- tives. You say you don't know much about his friends. And I say to you that the less women know about some things the better, But of course the more they know about others. the bet ter, too.'
 Precisely" I agreed. '-So wish you would tell me all you can about his sudden decision-to run away.
 smiled amiably and as if sure we understood each other I though 1e safe to conclude that MT. Rogers would get the impression I wished to convey-that Dad Lee was an old man and a bit uncertain mentally. H1a reply showed me I'd built well.
 "I know how you feel Mrs. Harxa- son. Responsible but not very affec- tionate. Well, I'll tell you all know wishing it was more. The old gen- tleman seemed kinda agitated all last Sunday afternoon. Hd had a lady to lunch and after she left he paced around this lobby like a Iunatic beg ging your pardon. madam. But it helps excuse what he did later. He had another guest in for dinner, and this one wasn't so much of a lady. And he came to me in great excitement after she went and asked about the first train to Oklahoma City.
 That's all you known questioned.
 There's this-11e asked us to hold his mail. Said he's telegraph if he needed it. Otherwise to hold it till he came back"
 "Oh, then he's planning to come back,' I replied.
 "Yes-and one thing more. He said he might bring friend along. A sort of invalid maybe. And would we be sure and have a room where they could be quiet and restfu1-"
 Thank you," I said. rising to go- TT may count on you to say nothing about the pcor old mans fancios-and to let me know if you have a tele- gram asking for his mail?"
 "Of course, madam. Tine here to serve you,' replied the man suavely z
 For all my seeming calmness and self-possession, I left the hotel in @ whirl. Is is possible that the "sort of inva1id'' whom Dad Lee expects to bring back with him is-Dick West?
 Gro Be Ccntinued)