The Washington times., 1930-08-29
Bride Shocked at Identity
Of Midnight PrOWler
CHAPTER %

The pale circle Of light
flOated up the stairway, danced
atrOss the big, dark upstairs
hall. And Cathie, who was
afraid of the dark. afraid "
burglars. afraid Of the very
house itself, just leaned against
the wall and waited. She
couldn't move. Couldn't scream.
Couldn't do anything. She was
paralyzed with fright.
It would be only a moment
until the darting circle found
her. And after that :.
her numbed brain refused to
act.
And then her courage came
back.
who's there?" she asked in
. low voice, commanding and
steady.
The exploring circle Of light
wavered, went out.
Instantly Cathie'S hand found
the switch. flooding the big
square hall with q blaze Of
light.
PrOwIer Surprised
On the top step, leaning
against the balustrade, was
Chester Farnsworth, the cleo
trio torch in one hand, his
shoes in the other.
"Chester, what are you doing?
You almost scared me to death!"
In her relief and anger, Cath
te'S. voice sounded shrill, almost
Shrewish.
The color came back into
CheSter'S face. He set shoes and
torch on the floor and sat down
on the top step, wiping his damp
forehead before he spoke. "And
didn't you scare me! What the
devil do. you mean. prowling
around the halls in the middle
, of the night?'
What do Imean. :. I can walk
in my own halls when I want to,
can't I?''
Cathie hadn'S meant to say
that. She certainly did not think
Of the halls, or the house as
hers, She could have bitten off
her tongue.
Fears Father
'Your halls? Yeh! That's the
refrain. Yours. Yours. Well, I'm
still welcome in them, while my
father lives. Welcome. Do you
understand"
"Shh! You'll wake him. Wake
everyone!"
HYeh? Well, I haven't any,
thing to concea' I'm not afraid.
What are YOU trying to keep so
q6f5S? What were you doing,
creeping around in the dark?
Who's here? Moore?
Chester Farnsworth, you
can't talk like thatl ] won't
have it! I don't care if you
are my husbands son. L"
Shut up! You'll wake him,
and we'll have a fine scene!"
"He isn't here, I tell you!
He's gone. He left Thursday
yOH know he did"
%Oh, get the lover off your
mind, will you? I'm talking
hbout my father"
~sYou can't call Gordon Moore
h1y-my lover. You know per-
Eectly we'll"
Vt know a lot more than my
poor doddering parent, little
one. Oh, for Gods sake, stop
ti1At noise. Get back to your
room!" And when she strug-
GID and tried to push him
sway he half pushed, half car
Red her back to the room she
had left Just a few short min
uteS before. Loose-jointed,
SkOop-Shouldered as he was,
he was strong. She could not
Stguggle against him.
- JuStifieS Visit
mo go to bed. and forget
f. he said, breathing hard.
Mot until you tell me what
ynl were doing here!"
NoW listen. You don't want
get in wrong with me. do
..1 don't care-Oh, why do
SaRls come here, making trouble?
what have I done that you
sk0fld hate me SOP"
Oh, nothing, nothing at ALL"
hasmiled unpleasantly.
I haven't. I'm not making
trouble between you and your
father. Then why do you--"
"Oh, all RIGHT" he inter
rupted, and sighed. But evi-
IDENTIFY his mood had changed,
for he paused to lighat a ciga-
rette and then he said, almost
kindly: I'm not looking for
trouble, Catherine. AS I said
once before, you lay off Of me
and I'll lay off of you. There's
enough for both, / guess. =.
now I'll tell you what ! was
pusSy-fo footing up the stairs in
the, dead of night for. Enid
and I had words and walked
out on her. ! came In here
quietly, so Dad wouldn't know.
/ don't want him to worry,
See?"
But he'll have to find out,
II you've left her!"
''T haven't left her. damn it!
said we had words-that'S all.
Well make up tomorrow. She
KnoYs which side her bread is
buttered on, She'll come to
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