Evening Star Newspaper, February 18, 1928, Page 22

REAL Fugitive Love (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) O that. things. INSTALLMENT XVII PINIONS differ concerning Chi- New Yorkers think they now all about it—they spea it as “out West.” But any Chicagoan knows better than Chicago 1s right in the center of It's one ¢ is stupen- . | it was prairie. e been called e on it one v language on isted street in- down ea ‘i trooped up t day trying tor roach passing Sean d to find the add en. Torsten had told her e Swed: was not in the the first two men “They S| T book, an d have a fit of | aw a huge red TS ACTosS its ted the name—"Swan- led it as the \ TOSS 10 pursue it. ding her. but a knew him—or of | ESTATE:. ,.angmsnu address. “They say they | aren’t sure,” said Swanson. “But he was living there about three y ago.” He added that she would more than likely find him there now; Jorgensen didn't change much—he had been wearing the same suit now for longer than that—so she would probably find mm in Ihv same house. of the busiest cities | t still held relies of the di One of these w brown wooden house, open field of its own. by trees. There was an old flagstone % up to it from the road and d up this path apprehensively. f Jorg Jorgensen was like most W | of the other men she had known? A lean. gaunt old man answered her insistent knocks at the door, his sil- cheek: “Good morning. my dear—and what | can T do for you>" Jorg scarlet | the corner, and | one can tell d desperate- —at our club’ ughed. & Bittle helplessiy—and | Why 1 see him once | squatting in an | almost hidden | ng down beside his high | g she told it that the story had ended on a flat note. It must have seemed o to old Jor- gensen, for he sat there now, mood- ily, his long tapering fingers plucking his unshaven chin, Ah, yes.” he id finally, and relapsed into silence again. She thought he was through with her and gul up to go. 2" he asked, nb\l‘nh‘lmd"d \. she hesitated. “I thought was only wondering—I feeble old brain to toll us w | should do. make you She " appreciated the way he linked | her problem to himself in that com- | forting * felt warmed in- | stantly, ver nd sank down | r chair_he had | She wondered as she | atched him 1f his brain really was | he was mad he p taller than THE EVENING STAR, ‘A First-Run Novel By Negley Farson overhead. And they had been the hoofs poised, nostrils distended, !or nearly 20 years, for this was the dream city—the City of the World—of Jorg Jnrgsnsen he cried, as if flame were lighting his eyes. “Look!" On the dais, as if freshly modeled, strained a youth. His jaws were set, his eyes wild, his muscles knotted and taut. He was chained to the urth. Rebellious. “It is just a mere whimsy,” she heard \ Jorgensen saying. “A little fantasy ot mine, Once I did things the way 1 | hoped they would be. Now I do them | S thfv are.” He laughed. “That is | !" laughed Jorgensen a lmlr H . “Youth—bound to earth. Don"* you see? He is trying to free himself he is looking up\urd to his dreams- see his agony He took her arm and led her befo: the figure. She could feel the straini: cles of the torso, the expression r desperation on the face: and WASHINGTON, _D. who aver emnmnlu brands have opened & cam) z the fakers as an eye-opener to | and even making their own bottles after Swanson laughed, too. He had a | Lice la he enjoved it himself. He | as just like life: he had been | g Jorg Jorgensen off and on for | ast 15 vears—and he didn't know | where he lived. What did she know | about that! Jenny knew that if Mr. S\nnson laughed any more—nice as he was— | She was goWg to ery. t of jokes that Mr. Swanson | uld < ‘uch—ax:-‘ cculd not tell her how to Mr. Swanson it where you are X of the fellers hey drove along out Milwaukee Tdh..s is a Eureka, isn't it?" she @sied. trying to make conversation. She recognized its hood. B Mr. Swanson was enthusiastic at It was the | “But you must help me.’ She ins know the man she was trying | and motioned with a lean arm for her Torsten. lcan and s to_come i “Now, dear." he said. sitting down wearily in an old chair in the library. "\th: is the trouble?” “Trouble>"” “Yes. You are distressed; I can see that in your face.” It was a little frightening the way this old man regarded her. He spoke to her as an equal—quite naturally, as if he had known her all his life. “I come from Torsten Aberg" she inewy in his shirt, open at the throat, and w those slender arms. His hair sh had once been a bright red. But h: head was quite bald on the top, at the moment he looked like s ancient bird, bobbing around in | corner to fix things for their tea. | “Of course I must help you, said, looking up. "Yes,"” she “you must!"” He smiled. *“You honor me witk faith. I feel like a deity—old Jor he ! d her eyes blurred. Torsten!" Jorgensen took her arm and led her back into the library. “Yes, my dear, here hr- is. just as splendid as he is . and. I am afraid to say, symbolic pose. But we hange that, we must break those | you and I—we must free him Cl*:nh ¥ how many lumps did you say, mé‘ once. Yes, this was a Ehrfika-brznd} | —fighting the fates. Those ds pew! He had just this Spring. | said. D she b Yes ' wani| “Aberg? Aberg? Ob, yes—yes, ves. | ern fate dear—the police hat splendid fellow who used to| She smi here last Winter. And what does | Put Lke that it scemed more hope- less than ever, that this old dreaming e told me—" Jenny floun- |Tecluse should aitempt to circumvent did not know how to begin. | the police. Old Jorg Jor who s 100 long,” she said desperately wore the same i miled Jorgensen. “No story | ong—if it's going to bz :sm,Ju You are young, my dear—and I'm sure you will be interesting. love Aberg, of course.” “Of course,” said Jenny, and then she caught Jorgensen's smile. “I mean: r. Youth “Please,” said Jorgensen. | here as a model, and when 1 shoy Then she told him. She told how | him himself he would not she had seen Torsten first when he| Jenny stared at him wo had come to her father and asked for “Come,” said Jorgensen |8 job, how she had not even noticed | you.” him for nearly a year. how they went | He went to the back of the {on the motor trucks into the countrv, |and slid open the old walnut doors. | hov tuddknly-—— | The sight startled Jenn: s 1 uld | Correspondence of the Assoctated Press. " smiled Jorgensen. “I un- | any one who saw it for the first time, " de'f!and—per! ctly | for there sto0d a bleau of herote | LONDON.—Brandy “80 ;‘ou Jeed saAAd :er;'n\ “That's | white figures “{en and w has become such a profitable busi- h2pp! " And she went on to | weeping, scowling. standing with ss that the 3 s s about her father and Chauncey | held aloft: straining. Children tugging :" ‘d“m hn r_”x“.l Caceakny W e Tre tragedy at block 42, the | at their massive legs, feeding at their | fHed {0 overflowing There are 8,000 firms and individuals engaged in the fake brandy business, said Jorgensen. ‘W do a new Youth. e up there,” 1 can sleep.’ , over their hea said hand My name? ‘Jorzensen sighed and held out nts | 1 dear,” he said. “what Is your (Copyright. 1678 ) (To Be Continued .FAKING OF BRANDY GROWS IN ENGLAND Swindlers Increasing as Practice i Is Found to Be Profitable Business. 1l show library | says. kled Swan- guess maybe her escape—-and here I am.” | mothe pitterly. She felt, somehow. 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