The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1928-09-25
Joan, irresponsible Flapper, and Her
AmOurs Form Plot of This
Thrilling Novel

, 1T seems easy for you to for.
get"
Don't be a fool"
I'm no fool he said stolidIy.
Its you"
But he let her go. What else
could he do? It was, as she
said, her money.
Her dark eyes were hard when
she came back to the shop some
hours later. They let him go
before / got there. Dropped
the whole thing. MiIt Rosemer
didn't know anything about It.
He said he didn't know who
could have pulled for him, but
Begoni's went to the bat-got
it all fixed up"
Il told you You were fool
to get mixed up with 1t.
''Oh, dry up" she cried in Q
high, quivering voice.
Her eyes were fixed on the
yellow turrets Of the sVan Fleet
house on the hill, just visible
through the small, dirty window.
Germin followed her bFooding
gaze. "OId Captain Horner-saw
Bill and the little Van Fleet girl
up near the Power House once
together
Horner's in his second child.
hood she said contemptuously,
and burst into tears.
Don't think I've failed your
I'm coming fast-fast as the
wind" Joan's love went Winging
over the miles.
"Joan--wait for me the. boy
painted, as he ploughed through
the dusty short cut to the hill
A night and a day and q. night
since she had put her slim hands
on. his shoulders, and kissed him
and said-"I'll always love you
and I'll never be sorry verR' "A
night and a day and night
thousand years she should
be on her way East now, but she
wasn't. Shed never go off that
way-I know-true blue-she1I
be waiting
He struggled through the soft
sand, grabbed at the root of &
tree. There--he was up on he
road. The big old house doomed
ahead, yellow against the ecualyp-
tus trees.
BY the south hedge he stopped,
almost expecting to see her wait.
ing there, dear. faithful, loving
Joan. too good, all too good
for him
dusty shoesv he thought, ex-
travagantly. and his arms ached
to hold her, tightly tightly never
to- let her 80 again.
lie craWled through the. hole in
the hedge, stood looking wf8tHuily
across the lawn. Over there. uear
first, in lilac time. He remetl1-
slim and gold against the pHf-
pie blossoms. A princess out pf
a fairy tale.
A lump rose in his throat. No
body else would ever forgive fne~
but she will. She won't care.
She'll understand! She'll know IL
wasn't my fault / got n4ixed
up In that dirty Begoni deal
He bounded up the front steps
pulled the heavy knocker firmly.
Darned il he'd sneak to the back
door.
ne KNOCKED again. 49,.
Miss Evvie Van Fleet answered.
the door herself. 49,
ct didn't send for you- yets''
she said. And. we have a. back
door - for tradesHen a1id ser
wants.
T Bill moved forward, as, II 10
enter the hall. Z didn't eofae 10
see you" he said; bring Nach
word off shortly, and hurting c
lat her. II, came to see Joaia4--
and that's why i came the front
wayEn
Wen discuss that" %; She mo-
toned him into the long dark
library, and they stood At oppo-
site sides of the old mahogany
table, facing each other.
jean is gone. / said shes
gone. Don't you understand?
Gomez
Nor he cried. t.She wouldn't
go-she'd never have left me that
way
aShe's gone" Evvie said harsh
ly, ION the Overland. She's half
way across the United States
! by now"
CONTINUED T0m0rrOw.)
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