The Washington times., 1918-08-06
When a Girl Marries
A NEW ROMANTIC SERIAL H
Mrs. Bryce Takes the Honeymoon
Couple to Long Beach and Raises
Another Doubt in Anne's Mind
A NEW ROMANTIC SERIAL


wishes in the world. dear MrR
Harrison. Jimmie Is one OF the
finest. and we knew always that
his Princess would be-peaehes and
cream and sweetness. You'll let an
old friend be informal enough to
say that. won't you?" Perhaps u
was meant to be eharming-but to
me It sounded patronixing. And if
hurt terribly to ind out that Jim
had not made up the @Prince8ss
Just for me, but had talked TO Mrn.
Bryce about the sort Of girl ~
could love Why had Jim done thaff
Men talk OF love to women who
suggest love to them
An Onward Struggle.
I struggled to get out Of ny
slough OF despond and to ind An
answer for the beautiful. graeious
woman who still held my hand IN
her slim. SCARED one But
couldn't ind words Mrs. Brycs
nIled in the gap-Jim's friend
wasn't awkward like his wifa
I've . splendid idea II your lit
tie Princess doesn't mind. We've
. big limousine here and only Niss
Moss and to rattle around In IL
like two old peas in . much-too-
big pod. We're going over TO Long
Beach to meet some OF the boys
with whom you and my poor Ather-
ton went across in 1915. win you
come. Mrs. Harrison7 Jimmie
surely has still q place In his heart
for his old pals-and perhaps We
can dance q bit"
She swept Us along with her to
her limousine. 1t was q great
monster OF battleship gray with q
wonderful orchid In her green
coat with the purple cushions franz
ing her. I wondered II she were
as cold and unattainable as she
looked, or as warm and sweet as
she seemed when she spoke -
-Jimmie-boy.S
Miss Moss was presented-a duh
little person with soft gray hair,
an apologetic voice and q chin that
wabbled like the gelattne we used
70 have for dessert At my boarding
house on Wednesday,. There never
was more coloriess. davorless lit
tie lady-somehow she made me-
think OF q poached egg.
Little Jar.
After q drive that seemed to me
hours long. I could see lighted
hotels and hear the OCEAN great
roaring creature, not q murmurinx
friend like our little bay.
"Jimmie-boy, you and have q
lot to talk over. but that will wait
until we get to Towers-by-the-Sea,s
Mrs. Bryce smiled II know that
you and the little Princess will
want your first glimpse Of the place
in a wheel chair for two. So Miss
Mossland and 1 will go and meet
Jack and Tommy
I wanted just that, but why
couldn't Jim have suggested It?
We parked our car back of the
hotel and Jimmie and 1 strolled
hand In hand up a little slope to
the Boardwalk" made Of cement!
We found a wicker rolling chair
and grinning darkey to push US.
Jim sat close to me, his strong,
magnetic fingers over mine, his
shoulder touching my arm. For q
little while I forgot Betty Bryce
and my aching wonder OF what part
she had played in the long years OF
Jim's life that were unknown to
me- The sea was not unfriendly
now. II rose up in great surges
like the beating of my heart that
was so happy because Jim was
close, close and contented to be
alone with me. A little wisp OF
my hair blew out and in the shadow
Jim caught IL and held it against
A.Ng .
folded in his arms. His voice had
the deep, caressing notes it seems
to hold for me alone.
Little Anne, little Anne, You're
wonderful-and mine-my little
Amer
The sea sang 1t over again for
him Then suddenly his voice
changed
Times up, grille, we must 60 in
and meet Betty and the boys"
Ny heart sank. I wanted to be
alone with Jim-to hurry home to
our little room OF blue-bird chint<
I dared not say that
"I-I-Jim. you'll be ashamed OF
me. I didn't think we'd SCt cut Of
the car, and I'm wearing a little tan
linen morning dress that's mussed."
Keep your coat on. You don't
care for dancing anyway, returned
Jim carelessly. He reacts so quick
ly from his moments OF high emo
ton ! can't
Why didn't Jim say he could
never be ashamed Of me?
wait a minute want to ask
you something. Tell me about
Mrs. Bryce"
"She's a beautiful and charming
woman met in France-euI- ~hild
alive. We haven't time to go into
that nowi Why didn't you ask be-
fore?"
Why hadn't I asked him beforsF
Because I had seized our beautiful
happy hour alone as II we were
never to know another like IL.
had been unwilling that svon q
word of Betty Bryce should inIruds.
And now I must go back to hs:.
aching with q longing to learn whas
she had been to my husband. fo- !
know Jim-know that no woman
who was "just any woman" could
arouse and hold this interest In my