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Show I he Girl Who Came Back BY JACK WOODFORD CP right W. N. U. Service 5 nothing mattered anyway, Lolita followed fol-lowed him upstairs The waitet led the way out upon what appeared at first glance to be a large second story porch, bul Lolita saw at once that it was partitioned off into 111 lie sections which opened out Into large trees that grew all ahout the bouse, bul was shut of! from the rest of the house by a door which the waltet closed after he had brought two more little opaque glasses of liquid fire and withdrawn. Lolila walked to the window and stood looking out Into the calm trees with the moon above them. She thought of her father, of Mr. Warrill, of the girl friend she had had down In Klgln. Suddenly she felt tears starting. She w nted so much some one who would care for her. man or woman; some one t whom she mattered Id some way. shape, trunner or form, and there was no one! Suddenly, however, she found herself held tightly in Law rence's arms. For a moment she lay against h. shoulder, grateful for even this specious solicitude; and tliei he made a daring move which sent anger into her eeins like molteD fire. She struck out at him with ail hei might, hut he was surprisingly strong. Com pletely sobered by the knowledg' of his intentions, so pointedly demonstrated, demon-strated, site fought like a ycung tigress, every atom 01 het being instinctively in-stinctively loathing t.nd fearing the youth now. II seemed too late for the realizatiot. to do any good, but she did very definitely have the conscious ness thai however much she might believe that she did Dot care what happened to her. and how far she went along the wrong path, she did as a matler of fa-t care a whole lot She would have given anything in the world to be back safely in hei mom alone. She could feel her stn ngth failing and knew that in a moment Lhe battle would b over, and thai she would have lost. Lawrence, feel ing her wpaken. clasped both arms about her outside of her owi arms, holding her completely helnloss. an-l pressing hio lips down upon her own in n wet kiss that sent a perfec. nausea of revulsion through her. She struggled again to free herself, but he picked her up bodily and was carrying car-rying her across he room v. hen oui of the dark a gruff voice sounded: "Put her down," was all that the voice said, but Its timbre was such that even the half-intoxicated youth 'obeyed instantly. Again, almost Immediately, Lolita heard that horrible sound, so like an apple being thrown up agaiust a brick wall, which had presaged Harvey's Har-vey's death. She slumped to the floor and would have fainted If a strong arm had not suddenly grasped her Site saw now, by the dim light of the moon, that there were three or four men in the porch alcove. The7 stood stolidly purposeful, like black wraiths. "Don't kill him; oil, please don't kill him!" Lolita begged, mindful of what had followed a former occurrence occur-rence of this kiDd. "Lie's just out," said a gruff voice ii a kindly maimer that heartened hei. "Come around in a minute or two." "Can you walk now?" asked the man who was holding her. Lolila stood up and took a stop forward. for-ward. Almost immediately the dooi opened aud the light from the hall shone out. For just a f!e;;ti g moment mo-ment 'she caught a glimpse of the fa miliar form of the mat wi ' ihe gray eyes In the hall and then be vanished down a stairway Without a word she walked along V'tween two of the "ten. each of whom held one of her arms, while aimthei walked before them and another behind. Down through Ihe house and out a hack door Ihey took her. tini;lly leading hei to h huge, black touring car and as sisliug her into it Without a word tw ot Ihe men climbed Into the from seat, and two more in' the 'lack seat, one on each side of her. The car started with a jer'. and soon was p ing back toward town at a frighten ing rate of speed. Not a word was spoken by any of the men, nil of whom wore caps pulled down low over their eyes. A1 last she turned to the one upon her right : "Are you sure that you dldD't fcih that young man?" Both of the men laughed throatily. "Kill him! H l! Takes more than a poke In the Jaw to kill a guy. He's probably behind us In the road by this time." "Who is that gray-eyed man who sent you to take me home?" There was no reply .to tills. "Please," she Insisted, turning to the man on her left "I want very much to know." Still do reply. For several minutes she plied tnem with questions bear ng upon this subject, sub-ject, but not a word would either one ol the them say they sat like Indians, In-dians, staring out at the side of the road as though they were totally unaware fiiat she wes In the car. P-esently the sound of racing en gines behind them attracted the men's attention. The man at her right called out an order to the driver and the ear - slowed down from Its terrific ter-rific pace of sixty miles an hour or more. Almost immediately two motor mo-tor cycles, each with a uniformed policeman police-man upon it, came up on both sides of the car. The car stopped and one of the officers approached it, while the other remained behind with, as Lolita could see when S'he looked through the rear glass, a drawn revolver in his hand. She was frightened to death ; but no sooner had the officer who had dismounted walked over to the driver than he turned, called out to the officer offi-cer behind the car, "They're Charlie's men." and promptly drove off. The car started again, gradually working up a speed even more breathtaking breath-taking than before. In an incredibly short space of time. Lolita found the car stopping before the building In which she roomed. Without saying u word to her, one ot the men took tier arm, led her to the door, waited while she opened it with her key, tipped his hat anil was gone. From the one glance she got at his face with the light from the hall upon it she knew that he was the kind of man whom she would instinctively have walked around several blocks to avoid. His face was the sort which can only he properly described by the adjective hard and his eyes were almost murderously mur-derously cold and unsympathetic and yet such men had rescued her. The wonder of it so occupied her mind as she walked up the stairs to the second floor that she almost stumbled over Warrill'.s feet, where be was sitting asleep in a hall chair. Warrill rose unsteadily to his feet. Probably Lolita had never presented such a perfect picture ot youth aud beauty in her life. She had taken oil her hat and was carrying It in her band. Her bobbed hair caught the light burnished gold recesses. Her cheeks were flus-hed from the effects of the gin' and the evening's excitement. excite-ment. She looked a little frightened, softly feminine and tremendously appealing, ap-pealing, but Warrill frowned at her. "I'm sorry. Miss Farrar. if I'm intruding, in-truding, but I'm worried about your sister. A quite terrible thing happened hap-pened In class today aud Cm afraid she's done something desperate. I decided de-cided to stay here until she came back, or until you came hack; I guess the lady of t lie house thought that I had gone out. There doesn't seem to be anybody around. I sat down here to wait and went to sleep." lie spoke in a very low tone. Thoughtfully Lolita motioned for him to follow her. tin tering her room she was careful to turn on nothing hut a little reading lamp that ju.st ha rely lighted the room. Closing the door softly she turned to him : "My name," she said steadily, watching watch-ing him and wondering what had become be-come of the glow of admiration for her beauty that she had seen in his eyes earlier in the evening, "is not Farrar; it is Forbes. My sister's name is Forbes, too." "So I was told this afternoon She had been attending a class ol mine, hut that doesn't make any difference, one way 01 another The 'mporfant thing Is: What has become of her? Where can she be at this hour of the night?" Mischievously Lolita carried on bet deception. (TO BE CONTINUED.) THE STORY Influenced by loneliness, In Chicago, Lolita Forbes, young and pretty, yields to the Importunities Impor-tunities of Harvey Torrence, with whom she fancies herself in love. She discovers his true character and leaves him, taking refuge with an acquaintance, Gertrude Watson. Lolita Is accosted by the son of the wealthy owner of the apartments, Fred Wattrson He Insists on driving her to the store. On the street Torrence If waiting. He puts the worst construction con-struction on Lolita's being with Watterson, and the two men engage en-gage In a fistic battle In which ' Torrence Is killed. Lolita spends a night of misery In a police cell. She Informs her father, by wire, of her situation, but he answers that he "never wants to see her face again." Next morn- l Ing the judge, at the instigation' I of a lawyer, a stranger to Lolita, dismisses the case. The , lawyer gives uer $200 and an unsigned note informing her that college 1 tuition has been paid for a year. He refuses to give the name of her benefactor. She takes up short story writing and meets Mr. Warrill. Lolita writes a short story which Mr. Warrill praises highly. Miss Pringle, a member of the class, harshly criticises it. The story Is sold I for $350. Miss Pringle discloses Lolita's real identity. Discouraged, Discour-aged, Lolita decides to give up the struggle and sets out for a cafe. CHAPTER VI Continued B "Like all good medicine," he ?ald. It's a little hard to take, but, oh boy, It will lix you up Hue. Me I I'm goiim to get liquored up a little, If you don't Diind." .Ue tossed off his gin with-)ut with-)ut so much as a wry face and or Jered more. "Now,'' be announced, "we re going io get acquainted. Me my name's Lawrence Stallings. I live at home, with my fairly well-off but not par :ieularly honest parents; you've heard 3f niy dad. he runs Stallings restaurant restau-rant biggest and bummest restaurant ' in the loop, the only restaurant in town where 1 can't get liquor. 1 was lust driving around looking for a play-Diate play-Diate when I spotted you tonight ; I'm pleas-ed to meeteha don't mention it.'' Lolita smiled in spite of herself. He tvns gay aud jolly, though she, deep iovvn. didn't quite approve of him M any rate, he looked wholly harmless. harm-less. "Me," she began. Imitating his die-rion. die-rion. "my name's Margaret Farrar; I'm a writer; I live all by my lonesome. lone-some. 1 was out for a walk when 1 oenrd your extremely nervy hail and :ame along with you, and 'm a little sorry I did already, because if you drink very much more of the gin you'll probably overturn the car in a ditch going home." "Thank's for the buggy ride," commented com-mented the youth, tossing off another jtlrtss of gin, and nodding for her to finish kerf, which she promptly did. 'There's only one thing that I like better bet-ter than gin, and If you don't want to 1 eet dumped into a ditch on the way home, you better lure me away from the gin with a little loving." "Loving?" laughed Lolita, "don't be -illy; why, I don't know you at all." However, she was not particularly offended of-fended at what he had said. What JiiTercnce did it make, after all? And. besides, the gin was beginning to make i:er feel peculiarly happy and carefree. She rose at his nod to dance; and I' ?i emcd to her that In all of her life she hud never enjoyed a dance S' much before. He held her so tlghll., Unit the breath was almost squeezed uiit of her. but she rather liked It ; il-.-'t Is. until suddenly she saw a fa miliar figure emerge from a door or. the other side of the room, look ahout carelessly, and then suddenly spot her As the calm gray eyes of the man who bod been mysteriously caring for' hei met hers she felt suddenly sobered, t here was something positively fright pri i ti ii in them. lie swung about on his heel, made pne or two ewift motions with bis hands and turned back through the door out of which he bad emerged a moment before. Almost immediately three or four rough-looking characters followed him through the door. Lolita decided to say nothing about the incident to Lawrence. Ue led het back to tl'clr table. "You're a dancing fool." be told hei with evident intent to flatter; "tell me. can you love like you can dance: or would yon rather take a turn at the roulette wheels downstairs first?" f think that what we bad better de Is Iran1 at once," she told him anx lotisly. ' There you go. worrying again. Hol smokes, what's the matter wilh you? I loll yon. yon positively dent drink enough, and that's till there is to it. lie called over the waiter to remedy tliis defect in her character. At the same time be lugged at the waiter' cat aiul pulleil him over to wlnVi, i Into his ear The waiter nodded Law lr nee ruse -I 'nine on.' tie said crisply, "I guess vc hei lei gel -ml of all this noise; maybe (hat's what upsets vou lie's -ni"- in eel us a quiet table up siaiis' With mlsvlvitigs thai she sv i-,.ii aside with the thought that |