Evening Star Newspaper, May 29, 1924, Page 14

14 FRANK TINNEY HELD IN ASSAULT ON GIRL Follies Beauty Says Comedian “Knocked Her Cold” After She Kissed Him. CLAIMS HE WAS JEALOUS Actor Taken From Mineola Jail to New York. D the Associated Press NEW YORK, May 20.—Arrested on a warrant sworn out by Imogene Wil- son, beauty of the Ziegfeld “Follies,” Frank Tinney, comedian, was brought to New York today from the jail at d home town. fore a magistrate with body bruised, the result of she said was administered by while she was be; erviewed by a reporter cerning her life story as a Broadway but Maid Alxo Bruixed. Tinney [ her part as readily as he played his, {and so n | and ready to claim any and T L T D G ST One Year to Live By JOHN HUNTER e S s s e T (Capyright, 1924, 12 U. 8. and Canada by North American spaper Alliance. Al rights reserved. Copyright in lngland.) man and talk past him anc dropped into ner chafr. e to me” Shs slipped reseated himself and stared & across the table at her, CHAPTER XXVIL Chicane. The little room was silent for a space, and it scemed to Elise that Brunel's slightly quickened breathing and her own heartbeats filled It. “My dear,” repeated Brunel. So it was to be lovemaking in the old-fashioned sense of the term! Brunol intended tracts nor arrangements, but would whisper of love to her, she to play : the game go well. have laughed bitterly as This must be Brunel's 11y intox: iquor in vividly, so d with emotiol Ty~ Obvlously he was muddled. looked forward to @ delicious halt hour of implorink, chasing ng Instead, he was finding poised woman, who me o mention con- | arms aside the which w “Listen!" was a little th to me and said that He had nights. They h ming ones' beau ‘s breath came in long gusts, orward so that his fore- th, brushing furnishings ¢ in their way, he said, and his voice “When you cam it [ 1 cr brutal directness of it curled Th an had abandbéned as coming down she sald, “ex- “La Phalene may be tired,” he sald. But 1 made La Phalene and she is mine. Do vyou understand that, my &irl?’ 1 made you—and I can break you as oasily as I made you, Just that. Remember it always.” They were, she reflected, getting perilously near to quarreling. She wished to win and remain friends With the enemy, for so a complete victory would be gained. “‘Oh, la! l1a!" she laughed. “Why become 50 heated over so small a matter? "My friend, my gratitude is eternally yours. I should never wish to he anything but your friend, It is you who would quarrel and desolate me." Her whole attitude was an enigma. He felt himself in deeper waters than he knew. “Quarrel! Elise—I love you!" He vas veering round—swinging trom nger to love, under the spell of her vords. Then plty me.” She might have said that sincerely, brokenly, but that she managed to fill her volce with ba and her eves with laugh- ter. “Li c go home to rest and sloep. You must know that dancing is a tiring business for those who are not used to it." He knew his chance was going. He trove to retrieve the situation, & his hand across the table 2 3 " He was a lit- hless again, his words quick d clipped. “That is very well. But ne may be always t I h a is just ‘the moment is motto—TI! It I believe not in evasions the time." and excuses. So—— She withdrew her wrist from his grip and interrupted him and once more patted him on the cheek. “How dreadfully business like! 1 think procrastination is delightful. I love to put things off and off, and then—perhaps never do them.” 'Once more she mocked him. “And now let us go. This has been moat amusing and entertaining, but I am sure you must be as tired as I am." She stood up. He barred her path as she moved very confidently round the table, and his eyes no longer glared, but were mild. “Elise—this is not the end?' She looked up at him. “The end! I shoud say not. Of course It isn't. We are ever such good friends, and 1 hope we shall remain such.” His eyes lighted, like some wretch- ed dog’s to which a bone has been carelessly tossed. She would have passed him, but hat still he stopped her advance, ise!” His voice was once more hoarse and thick. “A kiss—just one —a kiss—in earnest- > She looked up at him, appraising him with one swift glance which told her how far she dared go. This kiss must be given. She saw that. In order to win everything she must concede a little. And yet—to give her 1ips to him. She could mot. Sl hook her finger .at him. Now one—no, not yet'—as he 1 f rd eagerly. The finger t reached and touched the top of her her lustrous hatr forehead, there! dadd. “Oh—but She stopped the rush of his prot- “That ls the decree, estation, siour.” He was willing now to chance to slide, to take what crumb she offered him and appear contented. He leaned over her and kissed her. Beneath his face, unseen by him, her facc was white But she was smiling when he stralghtened himself. “And now take me home. know, I am dropping from fatigue, and you have kept me here standing while you argued about a little kiss. on the furehead. and set. Come along.” Brunel's temper was wholly re- where parted in the middle. A nice little kiss—llke a would give for good-night.” stored. S She was, he decided, amus- ing. Firunel atill counted the victory his. On the way to her apartment Bru- nel sald: “You have surprised me tonight, cherie. I always called you the lttle Puritan. Now I shall have to alter it to coquette. 1 hardly Im- agined you capable of it She laughed quietly. Just mon- Clear Your Skin With Cuticura Soap to Cl Olntment to allow bis| ‘The car slid 10 & standstill befors her_home. “Goodnight, cherle,” sald Brunel. “We shall meet tomorrow.” “For many tomorrows,” sured him, and went inside Tomorrow: Mockery. she as- Do you Any scheme to help Europe might work If we should take the precau- tion to label it “unofficial.’s Why el s eal */ Abolutely Nothing Better STUDEBAKER Just Dn'ufe It; That's All 2 5 ven closer. e tried to ana- nd did not al- Miss Wilson said Tinney had chas- tised her negro maid as well. The negress appeared in court with bandages. e registered with lit- had ente whom she story, that M attack took p en must open the con- previou: she and implo; away from him Instead, now would have d, ot a 1 did, and e due to| we would ake me and , hi whirling i b hardly able to , but now | comprehend. Then he nodded. er speak to Inmi “ + picture! Le Brun— See! ¥ »uld not find any words to say to w him. 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