Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-08-30
When a Girl [iQrrieS"
BY
New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing
Problem of Girl Wife

WHO says we aren't good COM
pany for each other?" Pat asked.
Here we are on the empty hurri-
cane deck, whence all but we have
! fled. What do you folks say to
chartering a seagoing, hack and fin
ishing our love fest at my dig
gings?"
Il say great" said jim. emphati-
cally. IF my little girl isn't tired
or too painfully aware of a certain
ankle!"
| hesitatep a moment. 1t seems
to me a particularly tactless thing
for us of the clan of Harrison to go
to Pat Dalton's home. Surely, this
{ would offend Virginia beyond en-
durance. But while l hesitated, the
adage fulfilled itself and | was lost
for Phoebe cried eagerly:
"Oh, l couldn't bear to have this
nice, nice party break up yet. And
I'd love to come to your home, Pat!
We won't let Anne walk a step, and
| can see by her pinky-pink cheeks
that she hasn't a hurt in the world.
Have you, dear?"
Not an ache. Not a desire that
doesn't coincide with the plans of
our bunch l said, determined not
to be a spoil-sport or a prophet of
evil.
That settles things. We found a
taxi big enough to hold our party.
and swept gayly down the slippery,
black network of rain -drenched
streets.
Pats apartment, at which we ar
rived in the course of ten or fif-
teen minutes, proved to be an old
I little place of many small rooms.
| would have chosen wide spaces,
I ri.f, t. f<~,
Pat, so that the little rooms with
their gay chintzes puzzled me. 1t
was a very attractive little place,
but not at all like Pat. Phoebe
stumbled on the cue:
"Oh, Neal, we ought to have a
place just like this" she cried.
so if you have to work nights or
take trips ! won't be gloomy and
frightened. A little place like this
won't let you be lonely or cold"
Pat smiled wistfully. And l felt
that in common decency l ought to
look the other way. 1 was de-
lighted when Jim's voice rang out
briskly:
What have we here?"
He was standing at an odd sort
of desk an old-fashioned secre-
taire, all cubby holes and shelves.
He picked up some object and held
it behind him. Like flash Pat
was at his side. His eyes darted
to a particular spot and then the
look of concern that had narrowed
them faded and a look of great re-
lief came over his face.
What did you discover, jim? If
it's any little thing you've taken a
fancy to, just 'hellup' yourself"
Good" said Jim, tensely. He
held up a little ivory cylinder of
quaint wood carvings, then tapped
it so the dice fell out. II won't
refuse the boodle-but in the mean
time, who's for a game?" "
"rll play you" replied Pat in col
orless contrast to his manner when
he had gone to see what it was Jim
had discovered.
AS he crossed to the table where
jim was now sitting, he swept some
thing from the desk and into his
pocket. No one else noticed.
Phoebe and Neal were absorbed in
an inspection of the apartment. jim
was sitting with his shoulders
| hunched down and his hands grip
ped into talons as he shook the
dice out of the box and studied
their combinations and permuta-
tions intently. The old fear swept
over me as l perceived how COM
pletely the fever for gambling pos
: sessed Jim again.
For the moment I forgot Pat and
the mysterious something he had
swept so stealthily from his desk.
To he Continued,