Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-03-05
"When a Girl MarrieS"
New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing
Problems of Girl Wife

Wen telephone right down to
the little inn where Mrs. Harrison
met Betty and Miss Moss" declared
Anthony Norreys so briskly that L
was. saved from confessing how
little l knew of Miss Moss's where
abouts.
They'll be sure to have for
warding address on their DOCKS.
Do you remember the approximate
date, Mrs. Harrison"
l felt tide of crimson sweep up
to my face again.
IL do remember; and the exact
date. We were on our honeymoon.
1t was last June" l cried, rejoicing
that my clue" was leading some
where after all.
Anthony Norrey's blue eyes
swept my face for second ana
they held so much of kindness ana
real understanding that the nap
piest of my honeymoon days seemed
close to my heart again.
Then he went into action
Smoothly, quietly. and with no russ
at all, he called our honeymoon lnn'
got the manager and secured the
address of Miss Adeline Moss. And
five minutes later we were driving
in his limousine to that address.
1t was a nurses home. L found
plenty to puzzle over in that. Why
had Betty needed e nurse last sum-
mer when she looked so well and
beautiful? Furthermore, mad IL
been pride alone that put little
Miss Moss in regulation clothes IN
stead of in a nurses uniform!
NV questions were answered
quickly enough. AT the home we
were told that Miss Moss had gone
down to the country with patient.
Her address was Greyfriars Hall.
"Greyfriars Hall?" You mean the
surgical hospital" asked Anthony
NorreyS.
The matron of the home nodded
eargerly. She was ready to talk of
the wonderful reconstruction work
they were doing at. Greyfriars Hall,
but she would say no word of Miss
Moss and her patient. Nor were any
of us anxious to stay and discuss
matters. Since we could not here
be assured that Miss Moss's patient
was Betty, our whole desire was to
be off at once and to follow this
promising yet terrifying clue.
"Oh, Tony. Tony; what can Betty
be doing at a surgical hospital =
Ntrrr rtfNso
smoothly down the street.
Wen see, my dear-we'll see, "
he murmured soothingly as to a
child, but l felt that he was only
giving Virginia little detached
corner of his attention.
Were going straight down there
on the chance that it Is Betty, aren't
we?" 1 asked.
"Oh, / think we might telephone
first before we swoop down on your
little 'poached egg lady," replied
Mr.. Norreys thoughtfully. And
each of you girls will want a warm
coat and few brushes and things
in case we can't get back this even
ing"
"Ill take enough for both of us,
volunteered Virginia.
| But / wanted to go home first, tc
leave a placating not for Jim, tC
see if any message had come-jus
! to satisfy my own intuition thai
: I'd feel better starting right from
home. Mr.. Norreys seemed to un.
derstand my tangle of motives anC
desires almost without my explain.
| ing them. He had way of under
standing everything and of making
one feel that he would excuse ever
If he didn't understand. While jim
it seems to me that I'm always
having to explain myself and trans
late myself to my Jim.
But my desire to start from home
justified itself when l pulled let,
ter out of the Harrison box anC
| revealed the distinctive cadet-gray
paper and flowing yet ragged blacl
characters l had seen only once be
fore. but knew in n flash as Betty s
From Betty!" 1 gasped betweeI
smiles and tears. and there in th'
hallway l stood and read the lette
to Virginia and Mr.. Norreys.
LITTLE Princess" 1t began anC
from that my eye roamed to th'
right hand corner, where stood th'