Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1925-12-11
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TR4CEWELL.

| Maybe you had a right to conceal
| matters from me. / amt sure about
the ethics of the thing, or whatever
you call it,"
II am not sure, either" softly said
| Mary Rogue.
so that is why / come back to
you to ask you If you won't keep or
helping me find my daughter" Gle
| pronounced it "dotter.D
II certainly viii, If you will let me
l feel as il we have only begun in
| this case, now that you have done a
| little investigating Of your own, Col
| Ball. How does MINI. Hennick
take it,"
"Bill says he amt much worried
about Maisie. lie says if she didn't
| think enough of him to stay with him
| until he could make more money
| then he don't care nothing about her
at all. He said it just like that-'at
| all he said"
II suppose you don't feel the same
way"
You bet your hat I don't" ex,
| claimed Col Ball. his cold blue eyes
glittering. She's my daughter, and
| she oughtn't 10 he running around
! all over the United States by herself
/ She might get into all sorts of trou-
| Bile"
| Mary Rogue saw he had not the
! slightest suspicion of what sort of a
! child he had. The "jaZz age" had
| blown over him without creating a
wrinkle in his simple psychology
Mary tried to picture Maisie as she
! knew she must be-lips Redeemed
/ cheeks roughed. bobbed hair falling In
| silly curl over q bleached forehead
! too short skirts. too light stockings
! too much everything, and too little
| OK everything else-including brains
Mary shuddered inside herself at the
/ vision her active brain was calling up
! She knew the man felt that she, Mary
! Rogue. was an exact duplicate Of his
| hayward daughter. Yet what a vast
difference there was, Mary could say
| that, to herself, without feeling a bit
! hoastful, for women are never con
| ceited.
Col. Ball sat staring int nuy at one
| of the paper-white narcisSi growing
| on in bowls, as if he had never seer
such thing in his life. Probably he
| never had. He had specialized IN hogs
| From outside the window came the
| roar Of Washington traffic, daily grow
/ ing louder. II one had looked out
| he would have seen Il traffic officer in
| the center of the street. and four
! others planted at each of the inter.
/ sections
! II was the first day of the "try,
OUT OF the new system whereby pc
/ deStrianS were expected to obyerve the
! same traffic signals as autOmObilists.
/ Mary Rogue ana her client, how
ever, were not worrying about traffic
! problems. \ fleeing girl had caused
sorrow in the lives of two men, father
and husband, and now was making
! pretty wrinkles appear in the brow OF
/ Mary Rogue q stranger
! The investigator unwTinkled her
| brow with a smile
| col. Ball | have it
lie looked his inquiry
| Why not 20 to Florida after her?"
cried Mary Rogue.
! on one condition" retorted he.
And that?"
| That YOU go with me"
| He said il in a matter of fact voice
| much rs one uses when ordering a tor
! OF anthracite coal, trying to appear
| calm. but feeling that the other would
! refuse
! why, certainly, I will. Col Ball, y
| she answered Unexpectedly.
| out in the hall there was a slight
| rustic at the mail slot in the door
| II died away, without attracting the
| attention Of the two after some fur.
/ Their discussion had passed between
/ them.
An evil grin distorted the face OF
/ the king of + street. as he gum-shoed
/ II to the elevator, after hearing every
! word that had passed between the two
/ IN the office. He grinned. ITO Flor.
! ida, eh?"