Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-11-15
"When a Girl MQrrieS"

New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing
Problem of a Girl Wife

to me with a smile of deep love and
, understanding that carried me pack
to the first happy memories of my
strange childhood.
Barbara she said suddenly.
there's name that always means a
heap to an old man. A wizened little
girl with big, unhappy. questioning
| named him quite some years ago. He
knew when that little girl began call
| ing him Father Andrew that she was
a-telling him that she loved and
trusted him. 1t kinda established a
big friendship between 'em at once.
and 1t appears to me that neither Of
EN- amt ever failed that friendship .
yet"
took one hand from the wheel
and put it over Father Andrews.
You're right about that love-
starved little girl" / said. shed
knocked about from pillar to post all
of her poor shoddy days. She'd been
on the edges of shame and poverty
and bitter disappointment. though
she didn't know the names for them
And then you came. Big and strong
and kind and sturdy And she loved
you right off, that little girl did-and
always will. You've never failed her
yet, and she hopes she'll never fail
you"
What made you say that. Bar
bara Amer demanded Father An
drew huskily. Can you tell me what
made you say that right now-wnen
need to hear just them words?"
Something deep in my heart made
me say that. Because it's never been
half so true as it is to-day. Somehow
feel that after all The years I've
needed you so and called on your love
for all l had need to take from 1t,
now at last-it's my turn to give.
And I'd be so proud TO give. What
ever you want from or Jim, is yours
dear"
Il know that Barbara Anne. Drive
deeper into the park, will you, girl.
where they amt many folks-just
you and me and the little wild thing
that gets taken care of just like you
and me-if only we keep our hearts
believing"
l turned to the greenest, woodiest
path l knew, and then Father Andrew
went on gently:
"Babbsie, I'd like you to tell me
all you can recollect about your own
father"
My own dead father never seems
half so much my father as you,"
replied wonderingly. II don't believe
l can add thing to what mother told
you long ago"
"Mebbe not-mebbe so. But an oil
mans memory can do W It'll a mite Of
refreshing. And | wouldn't ask you
to remember those poor days before
we three came together and had our
little home in the sunshine [
wouldn't if l could help it, Babbsie."
You keep using Meals name for
me. 1t seems funny. Why do you
do it, dear?" 1 asked. and was sur
prised at the questions after they
were out.
"I'll tell you" replied Father An
drew, looking at me strangely,
when I show you the telegram.
They kinda go together. How about
your own father? You amt forgot
how he came by his death, have
you?"
"Of course, not, dear 1t was that
wreck in the hills"
There was dynamite found on til :
track afterward. wasn't there?"
asked Father Andrew in a tone that
was more like a stat Alent
Yes, | remember hearing mother
say that. He'd been off at a race
meet with some friend of his. I re-
call. and he'd written about making
lot on the ponies. I can remember
how mother cried and told me | could
have a warm new winter coat and
roast beef for dinner every evening""
DO you remember the funeral
dear?" asked Father Andrew. MY
Martha told me her recollections.
But I must hear it from her daugh-
ter, too"
Yes. 1t was all so terrible and
yet so interes ting to the child who'd
never been so important in her life
as then. Reporters asking me ques-
tions. An Insurance man taking me
making me take hold of a sleeve AMI
fore. And mother running in and
crying that she'd rather lose the
money and starve than have her poor
child forced to look on that dreadful
face"
so the money he'd won at the
races was gone. | remember Martha
! told me that too" said Father An
drew. "One more question, dear Yol
, didn't look on that poor, marred face.
, You didn't see-your father. Then,
can you be sure that the man they
+ buried-was your father? Can you
lie sure?"
turned and faced two blazing.
compelling eveyes looking at me out
Of an ashen mask.
THE telegram. Your trip to Can
ada. My father!' l laumbled with
cold lips. What do you mean?"
Can you be sure that the man
tHey buried was your father, Anne ?"
he repeated ineXorably.
To he Continued.