The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-03-17
"A GIRL MARRIES
AN ABSORBING SERIAL or EARLY Welded

and frankly anywhere but OF on
the edge Of things IKE this.
And now think It's about time
we got off the edges OF things
and on the job. II Lyons isn't
here By 10 ven have to 80 ahead
even II we walk. Are You gamer
Tn game for anything that
viii help Jim" / said simply.
just as spoke. realised that
q car was coming down the de.
serted little side road where we
were parked. No other car had
passed us since Rosa went 81.
So I found myself waiting In 4
mood Of keyed-up expectancy for
this car which came along slowly
IN mysterious sort Of darkness.
with the lights dimmed.
Il was q closed cara coupe.
It's curtains were down ana It
went BY with q sort Of steaithi-
ness. Both license numbers had
been removed. But it WAS IN.
doubtedly the same car in which
Rosa had passed i short time ago.
And do not question that Rosa
was peering from behind the
drawn curtains.
Rosa Cordova,s spying on me!''
gasped. without realizing that
the words were forming On my
lips. Why7"
Mr.. Lacy turned ana laid his
hand on my sleeve for one second.
'steadyr' he said. sRemember
you've BIT Of : Job onfOr the
man you love
Within i've minutes OF the time
when Rosa Cordova came back
down the lonely road IN her dark.
ened coupe and discovered Ralph
Lacy and me sim waiting Tor our
stalled car. Lyons returned with
q service car and the missing
part. The repairs wers MAIDS
quickly and twenty minutes later
we were off to finish our quest.
On We went through dark.
ness that seemed steadily e
grow more black ana mysterious.
we twisted and turned through
little paths that were no more
than corduroy roads for haul
ing logs IN the winter woods.
On through the woods NE wen.
and then down q twisted iittfe
shore path that was nothing bur
q trail above gray dunes. / shiy-
cred uncontrollabIy.
"Cold?'' asked Ralph Lacy IN
tone that came with muffled force
from his corner OF the tonneau.
cts nerves. said.
81 wish / could help'-he be,
gan and broke of with q queer
abruptness.
You do" I laughed shalxily.
I'd be terrified beyond endur-
ancs II were taking this
excursion with anyone but you
A FAIRY GODFATHER.
do You know I've never been
a responsible family man. before
in all my rootless. background
less life?" he went on grayely.
"And now I'm sort OF godfather
to James Harrison and wife. am
I not?"
"You area fairy godfather
/ managed to say.
"Sure thing. And so con-
jure you to believe the grim little
fisherman's shack to which Tn
taking you is a beautiful ginger
bread house to nourish you and
Mr.. Harrison and make You wax
fat and prosperous.
The car gave a terrific lurch
just then and listed heavily to
one side. After a moment 1t
dragged back to q solid position
again and lurched past q series
of disreputable little cottages.
with dim lamplight fitting out
from broken and dirty windows.
Then, this little settlement
passed, solitude closed in again
Gray sands, straggly woods COM
ing down to meet them, cold
sweeping in through the closed
windows of the car, a world OF
emptiness-and so we reached
Lands End.
The car stopped. it's wheels set
Ting heavily, into the sand that
seemed to be all about. Lyons
opened the door and stood back
while Mr.. Lacy got out and
helped me to alight. Then, with
Mr.. Lacy leading the way and
Lyons close behind me, we went
up the drifting sand to the door
of the most remarkable human
habitation I've ever seen.
The house stood in grim lark,
ness. save-for one finger of
light pointing out through Q rat
ting shutter which looked a. II
it had never known paint. Nv.
evrything sagged. The house
slanted crafty on its insecure
foundations, the windows played