Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-05-05

turned to 60 through the narrow stone
gate of the Fanshawe place.
The little roadster did not stop sud
denly. Harry stepped on the brake
pedal with everything he had. But the
little roadster hit the glittering Athena
Just abaft the beam and, crashing
tenders and running-boards, slammed
her up against the gatepost IN shower
of glass.
Harry Farnum pulled his head back
through the shattered windshield Of the
| little roadster and got down and found
himself face to face with the maddest
girl he had ever seen.
What are you trying to do?" she
cried. Then she recognized Harry. In
spite of his fishing clothes and his black
eye and his cuts she recognized him.
oh" she said. 'it's you"
Never in his life had Harry heard
such cold and whitening anger IN a
woman's voice.
Aren't YOU staisned?" she cried.
! Haven't YOU done enough? Must you
keep on prosecuting me and my family"
| Prosecuting you!" Harry said.
| "I said prosecuting" Mabel Barker
said. her voice rising in hne sweep:
Isn't it enough that you stung my
father $4,000 on the price OF this place?
Isn't 1t enough that you broke my
brother -in-law's nose without the
slightest provocation? Have YOU got 70
! follow me and smash my car on top OF
all that you've done?"
HARRY Just stood there. 1t occurred
TO him trrelevantly that she
wasn't Just a pretty girl; she was q
beauty.
| Answer me-" she cried. Answer
ne! Or are yea Just plumb crazy?"
! Harry shook his head slowly and.
when he spoke. he spoke In q voice
hardly louder than he ordinarily used
Il can explain It," he said. I can
explain it ALL
ker cried. You can explain all" She
/ looked at him and smiled faint. scorn-
full smile ct such presumption. But
/ that isn't an." she continued. Tnere
! is what you dt1 to me-"
| What did I do to you?"
You practically proposed to me the
! first time met you, six months ago,
and I practically accepted you-yes; 4
did I admit it, because you know It
and then what did you do? Why, you
dropped me- I never heard one WORD
! from YOU for six months. You never
even wrote me q letter. There's only
one possible excuse for you. and that
| is that you're cTaZy-crazy aS . tooii'
Harry waited patiently for her to get
! through. He hadn't 'o-en a good ex-
palmer an his life without learning
| the technique Of explaining things. -
was an old, old habit with him-not
a rule. Just l1abit-to let the angry
ones rave until they had raved them
selves out Then did he begin to ex-
plain. And he could explain anything.
He absolutely could. If he couldn't
have he would never have got that
girls head parked on his shoulder IN a
| little more than an hour. But he oi1.
1t wasn't long after that, wheu for
either the ninth or tenth time he was
explaining that he hadn't the faintest
suspicion that it was her father who
was buying the FanshaTe place. ana
still less that the man who had kissed
her at the country club Was her broth
er-in-Iaw, and even lees that she was
going to take that turn into the Fan
Shave gate that she suddenly reached
out and took his hands in hers and
said: Come on. ] can make UP that
eye Of yours so it won't be so terrible"
Which implied-if it did not directly
state-that she regarded him as hers.
(Cop- right, 1920