The Wilmington morning star., 1940-02-11
. SERIAL STORY
THE CAPTAINS DAUGHTER
BY HELEN WORDEN
CAST OF CHARACTERS

N11ol VI
MARIE LA PORTE - model in
exclusive dress shoppe, lives on a
barge.
DAN DONOVAN - playboy son
of a rich, Irishman, in love with
Marie.
TOMMY RYAN - leader of the
truckers fighting Marie's father.
LYNDA MARTIN-society debu,
tante, wants to marry Dan.
BAPTISTE LA PORTE-Marie's
father, owner of a fleet of barges
YESTERDAY: Unable to fine
Marie, Dan agrees to his fathers
idea Of a party with the Martins
Dan gets tight, but avoids men
ton of his engagement to Lynda
Later he goes to the dock. finds
the Molly gone. He drives TOWARD
Albany.
CHAPTER XVII
Dan Donovan and Tommy Ryan
turned obviously u~nfriendly backs
on each other at the Albany docks
They had been waiting since early
Friday morning for the La Porte
barge, Molly, to dock. 1t was now
10 o'clock and the New York tug,
with it's brood of canal boats was
still jockeying about in an effort
to nose it's brood through the open
ing of the locks.
Tommy reached for the mega
phone the dockmaster held.
"Hi-yu, Molly" he beloved.
No answer.
Without saying a word, Dan took
the megaphone from Tommy's
hands. "Hi-yu, Molly,' he yelled
Still no answer.
Them barge captains must BIZ
def and dumb" volunteered the
d~ockmaster. He stared at Dams
tuxedo. Keep yer shirt on anG
the boat yer lookin' fer will come
in"
The two boys, ignoring his
philosophical advice, paced ner,
vously back and forth on the pier
Dams right eye still showed the
effects of Tommy's fist. His white
dinner shirt was wilted and his
hair struggling. Once or twice he
glared at Tommy, but beyond that
there was no sign of further hos
t~ilities.
Tommy, sure of his superior
strength, remained magnificently
Indifferent. In spite of lack OF
sleep he felt cocky. Bat thought
he could carry Marie off. Well,
he'd show him. Still in the glow of
the day he had spent with Marie,
he forgot the unpleasantness of
the later evening. Marie didn't
,-now what she was doing. His as
surance changed to disappointment,
when he saw that the Molly was
not among the barges being showed
in by the little tug.
"Where's the Molly?" Dan spoke
first.
you mean Bat La Porte's
barge?" roared the tugboat captain
from his berth in the pilot house.
"She developed a leak"
Dams face paled. "Where is she
now?"
"Back in New York for all l
know. Least she started in that
direction.
Tommy wasted no further words
on the dockmaster or tugboat cap
tain. Jumping into his truck, he
headed for the Albany Post Road.
Dan waited for the tug to come
abreast of the docks. Where do
you think the Molly ISL" he asked.
"Bout Spuyten Duyvil if she
made time" was the laconic reply
Dan was in his roadster anc
shifting the gears before the mar
had all the words out of his mouth.
"There's a road that follows the
there?" he cried to the dockmaster
Eyes, sir. You can't miss it il
you keep the water in sight"
Luckily for Dams life, the high
way was practically clear of. traf-
fic when he nosed the car into the
river road, settled down in his seat
and stepped on the gas.
It was a foggy morning and he
hadn't slept all night, but that
didn't bother him. In fact, he felt
exhilarated. AS long as he was III
action he could deaden the hurt in
his heart.
Humming a tune, he whizzed
through villages shaving squawk-
ing chickens tails with the rim
of his wheels, spinning precariously
past farmers drays and driving in
furiated pedestrians off the road.
It was his Irish luck, he told him.
self, that saved him from the cold
eye of a motor cop.
Occasionally, he glanced at the