Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-04-17

He's my father and he has to stand
for it,
"oh. I do, do II" grunted his father
ominously.
And now" said Ann, II suppose
this was to be expected. You've taken
your place as an eligible young
| bachelor. You'll marry some moron
out of the Social Register, have three
or four children, become a solid citi-
zen, and end up by thinking that the
world was created for you and your
class"
What would you suggest do about
it,"
Nothing she assured him, with
fiery scorn. There's no use arguing
with you. I'm tired and I'm off to
bed"
ITO lie awake half the night? Don't
be foolish, Ann. Come for ride
it will clear your brain"
win you let me driver" Ann asked.
Whenever you drive" he replied,
Il cease to wonder what the future
holds for me. / feel so sure that III
come to with a harp in my hands"
Evidently Ann turned her back on
him and started off at that, for:
"Oh, Ami he protested. What
has come over you? You're bunch
of nerves tonight. Come back-you
can drive
This must have appeased her, for
they passed over the footbridge to-
gether and were lost in the DARK.
THEN the lights of a car, emerging
u from the Dighton garage, shot
down toward the State highway.
Guess Ann is driving, all right"
commented her father.
Ann was. The State road swept
down upon them like a dark torrent;
squares of light cast by farmhouse
windows shot by like sparks driven
before a gale. Mile after mile Ann
drove so. Then she began to slacken
speed. The rush of air had been like
some soothing drug; she was less
taut. The speedometer dropped from
so to 40. Bob made a little noise.
What did you say?" demanded
Ann.
81 didn't say anything" he answer
ed meekly. II was just catching my
first full breath since we started.'
Ann scorned that in silence. He
studied her profile. Then: well
what is it," he asked deliberately.
She turned back toward him. What
is what?" =,
Inc great pTODlSIn IIidb CSoCo.
what makes you think there is
any?" she replied, but he knew that
he had hit home.
OF Bob, his father had given an
estimate. He had spoken in anger,
yet the truth was that Bob did talk
like a fool, at times, to his father. He
did so deliberately. 1t was his way
of retaliation when his father sought
to ride rough-shod over him. To the
rest of the world he revealed no lack
of brains. Even Ann knew the quick
ness of his perception. Now she in
stinctively prepared herself for de-
Tense.
what new ideas that he wants to
try out on you has Van Fleck picked
up?" he demanded.
What makes you think he has
picked up any-or that he wants to
try them out on me-"
my child" he said. ''I know Van
Flecki And 1 know his methods.
"T prefer" she cut in, with shade |
too much dignity, that you stop try |
ing to drag Vans name into the con- |
versation."
II don't doubt you do" he retorted. |
"and I'll l1umor you to this extent. A |
certain preposterous bounder, whose |
ego has been exaggerated by feminine |
mention no names, please |
observe - selected a prepossessing
young acquaintance Of mine as his
associate. / would like to believe that
he was motivated merely by admira-
ton for her mental capacity"
Are you trying to be more deliber.
ately insulting than usual?"
You are off form. Ann-you haven't
scored a conversational ace tonight. |