The Washington times., 1930-12-17

WHFa pCk4CNbAy 0NSSAAS 49,
in small country house within
communicating distance Of New
York, with his mother and his
father, a retired physician, with
an income from invested funds
that was barely sufficient to
meet the needs Of q small
place. just a well brought UP
young man Of pleasant charm
to whom nothing had ever hap
pened.
When she reached his house,
she saw no lights were burning,
but he met her down at the
road. His hat was off, and his
eyes had q strained look.
Ill At Ease
"If you come up to the house
you might alarm the folks" he
exclaimed.
Lord, Connie, do you realize
that it's after 3 in the morning
and the wedding is to be at
noon?"
He opened the door Of her
roadster and climbed in beside
her.
do you mind losing your
sleep?" she asked, half mock
ingly.
He brushed the remark aside.
"Will you tell me, please, what
in thunder are you up to,
dear?"
She felt toward him as
though he were a sulky little
boy in a bad temper because he
had been deprived Of his sleep.
Never before had she seen him
quite like this. Something had
been churned up in her blood
tonight that made her q little
impatient with him. Leaning
over, she touched his hair,
which even at this hour was
carefully brushed.
For heavens sake, Connie,
can't you be serious?"
II don't think I was ever
quite as serious as I am right
now" she told him. Jim, darl-
ing, I'm going to give you the
shock of your life" n
/ Carefully. in detail, she told
7 him everything-first, Of receiv-
ing the mysterious letter signed
<. c., Kitty's initials, and Of
her lone, daring visit to the
place on Tenth Avenue.
Throughout her narration he
sat aghast. There were times
when she thought he flinched.
"This is awful" he said
when she finished. They're
crooks!"
''If they were really crooks"
she told him, 1T wouldn't be
important at adj. In that case
it would be plain blackmail and
we could laugh in their faces.
Unfortunately, the girl is really
my sister,"
II don't believe anything Of
the kind. It's a frame-up. A
low down sort Of girl seized
your name and picture in the
paper and rigs up a story to
get your money out Of you.
How could you believe anything
SO preposterouS?"
II knew she was telling the
truth, I could FEEL it. Be
sides, they have plenty Of
actual proof.
Nonsense they're just after
money. Well, they'll not get q
cent out Of u.s.
Up to Connie
'It isn't the money I'm think
ing about, jim" Connie ex.
planned, patiently. "This girl IS
my own flesh and blood-and
my own father did her a ter
rible injustice. It's up to me,
Jim, to make good"
You're craZyl" he retorted.
Even suppose she is actually
your sister, what have you got
to do with that2 How much
money does she demand?"
"It'S not a question Of what
she demands-it'S a question Of
what I'm obligated in decency
to do. More, it's question Of
what I want to do"
well, what do you want to
I'm going to take her in
and treat her exactly like my
own legitimate sister, which she
is. I'm going to see that she
gets an even break in every
thing I have. It's the only
thing that is possible-and it's
little enough, considering the
life she has been compelled to
live because my father wasn't
man enough to take care Of
his responsibilities"
"You can't do anything like
that at all, ConnieI" Jim Tracy
said, sharply.
why can't n"
Because I forbid it?"
"You forbid it?"
"You bet do. Do you mean
to say that you had any idea Of
splitting your money with this
nobody?"
She's not a nobody - she's
my SiSter!"
Continued Tomorrow
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