Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1940-09-29

Its nothing" Big Jim said hastily. Just
piece about the bank selling the Chadwick
house and Mrs Chadwick going to California
to live with her daughter there. | suppose he
is going with her. just thought you might
be interested"
Color was coming back into Emmy LOUIS
face Oh" she said. Big Jim was watching
her. He felt unhappy and helpless.
Il might put Brant on my road patrol
I'm not interested in him. Emmy Lou
snapped.
The night was hot but the pool would be
COOL Brant wouldn't be there. Never again.
He was going away. Without even saying
goodby which was silly because they had
been good - very good - friends. She should
worry. She wasn't chasing any man. And he
probably had lots of other girl friends to say
goodby to.
DIE was wrong. Brant had become mi
sogynist. He had bought car Just to make
time with redheaded girl named Emmy Lou
and what had she done? Went off with
another guy who called my Car jallopy," he
reminded himself. savagely, again and again.
And the next day when l went back, there
she was - all dated up with him."
He was off women for life. He'd been work
ing on his thirty dollar Car evenings. At
eight, with the sun sinking toward the hori-
ION, Emmy Lou was on her way to the pool
but he was surveying his handiwork as it
stood in front of the Chadwick house. 1t had
been sold. For hundred bucks. 1t was worth
it now. The top now went up and down
smoothly. 1t was up now and it looked tai
lored. A man was coming, at $50, to pay for
it and take it away.
He still had his motorcycle. 1t stood in the
drive. He moved toward it, stood beside it as
if it engrossed him. Actually he was fighting
demon.
why not just go round and say goodby?"
the demon persisted.
He looked up suddenly. Two men were
running by. They dove into his car. The key
was in the ignition. The engine started. They
were stealing his car! He switched on the
motorcycles ignition, kicked the engine into
activity and started in pursuit.
He saw cop running as if he had been pur-
suing the two men who had taken his car.
The cop yelled, Hey" but Brant wasn't
heying The convertible was streaking down
the street The old bus can STEP" Brant
thought with pride.
A traffic light showed green ahead turned
to yellow as the convertible slipped under it,
was red when Brant crashed it. A motorcycle
cop, who had been waiting for someone to
try that, blew his whistle, but what of it?
Brant gave swift glance backward and saw
the motorcycle cop in hot pursuit of him.
''Okay, baby" ne grunted. You'll come in
handy, maybe"
The convertible made right-hand turn.
Brant followed, skidding. A few hundred
yards behind, the motorcycle cop skidded the
corner, too. They were now in a street lined
by quiet homes. But peace was suddenly
shattered, as pistol shot punctured the twi-
light Brant knew that somebody in the car
had fired at him, but he merely gritted his
teeth.
The Car turned another corner Brant
turned it, too. Dusk had descended, and for
a moment he felt frustrated The tail light
had disappeared. Then he saw the convertible,
drawn up to the curb. He also saw two men
walking down the street - very leismely.
Brant got it. They we're the guys who had
pinched his car, and having abandoned it,
they thought they'd fool him.