The Wilmington morning star., 1940-02-04
BY HELEN WORDEN
CAST OF

MARIE LA PORTE-Model in ex
elusive dress shoppe, lives on {
barge.
DAN DONOVAN-Playboy son O.
a rich Irishman, in love with Marie
TOMMP RYAN-Leader of tn
truckers fighting Marie's father.
LYNDA MARTJN-Society Gebu
tante, wants to marry Dan.
BAPTISTE LA PORTE-Marie's
father, owner of a fleet of barges.
YESTERDAY: Modelling a gowI
for Lynda's aunt, Marie break mt
tears when Dams engagement Il
mentioned. She pleads illness. Later
when Dan calls, she refuses to talk
to him. At noon she leets Tommy
He urges her to take the afternoon
off. celebrate with him. She agrees
DENYING that Dan means anything
to her.
CHAPTER XII
Dan had put in the most mlser'
able night of his life after he and
his father came lone from the
West Side court. In Iain he hao
tried to tell Mike that Lynda Mar
tin meant nothing to him.
You can't go back on a poor
girl like that, Dan," Mike had said
firmly, as they walked in the front
door. Ling's enthusiastic greeting
had prevented Dan from answering
at the time, but as soon as they
reached the upstairs living room he
had told his father quite emphatl
cally that he was not going te
marry Lynda Martin, not If she
were the last girl in the world.
And who, then, might you be re
ferring to-" inquired Mike. He
stood in the middle of the room
red-faced, bluff and jovial, when
you wired your mother and meseli
that you had found the girl you
were goin' to marry?"
Marie La Porte" Oar replied
promptly. She models clothes al
Varnet's. Her father owns a couple
of barges."
"What the devil do You mean?'
Mike stared al him his round. blue
eyes. And then the storm broke.
The caustic comments about the
fight on the barge pier and Dams
failure to knock Tommy Ryan Out
were as so much -ea-table chit-chat
compared to the Jovian rage that
Mike INDUCED in now. He grew
very white and when he talked he
sounded as if somebody had seized
him by the windpipe. Thick brogue
clogged his excited speech.
Not a cent of my money shall
We have if we marry that girl!' he
cried. Dan lit a cigaret and leaned
gingerly against the fireplace. He
was still sore from the blows Tom
my had landed. Very well, father
You've often said it was about time
I did something to arm my living
Mike tried another line. cts not
alone the money you'll b. missin'.'
His voice had the emotion that only
the Irish can muster. But ye'n be
b1eakin' your mothers heart"
Dan spoke quietly. After all
I'm marrying the girl, not mother
Mike paced angrily back and
forth. "a bargeman's daughter
Have We gone mad, boy?"
Dan smiled. Il believe her father
owns the honorary title of Captain
AT least 1 heard linn referred tc
once or twice this evening by that
prefix"
Mike snorted. "a common canal
boatman for your father-in-law! AS
if any child of his could be good
enough for a son of mlne."
Dan laughed. That's very funny
Dad. AS a matter of fact, Bat La
Porte doesn't think I'm good enough
for his daughter. He as much as
SAID SO tonight"
where does this illustrious fami-
ly live?"
ION the barge Molly, down at Pier
G."
Mike threw himself heavily into
a chair. Have ye no pride left?"
After that he refused to talk with
Dan any more. His big body saggec
forward, suddenly old In vain Oar
and Ling tried to coax him to eat q
sandwich or have a drink. He simp
ly shook his bead and continued tc
sit by the fire. He was still sitting
there when Dan went to bed.
Once in bed, Dan began to realize
how sore and bruised he really was
from the fight. Every bone in his
body ached separately. His head
%throbbed and his eye panied him.
Harder to bear than the physical