The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-07-24
When a Girl Marries
A STORY OF EARLY Welded LIFE
Betty Talks About Her Future With
Terry Without Knowing That Her
Arm Is Permanently Crippled.

scene-shifter Fate descended upon
us in the person of the matron Of
Greyfriars.
your rooms all ready. Captain
Winston" she said briskly. I'VE
are letting you have the same little
guest room Mrs. Harrison occupied
last night. suppose you're max
ing the 1852" she added, turning
to as in matter of-fact fashion.
Wen give you supper, and the doc
tor will let you see Mrs. Winston for
q second frst"
I'D love TO see her. I Easped,
sparring for time and wondering
what Jim would do now.
Again he was equal to the occa-
sion. and saved Terry from having
10 protest against the plan that
must have made him so much hap
pier than being way down at the
inn with us could have done.
MY wife will run in to see Mrs.
Winston, while the captain and I
have a stroll about the grounds.
But won't go in, for even IL the
doctor permits, I'm not going to
let her waste her energy on any
mere man-but her own"
TIL speak to the DOCTOR said
the matron kindly, and hustled
away.
"Jove. Jimmie. this is a shame!
You might have gone up comfort
ably in Touy's car" said Terry con-
tritely. "Of course, il makes me
feel pretty good to think I can at
least be in the next house to Mrs.
Winston. Sounds pretty good,
doesn't IL. Mrs. Winston"
cit sure does! And I'm thinking
Betty Winston will be a much hap
pier woman than ever Betty Bryce
was" replied Jim.
A Blow in Store.
And then I knew that I'd just
howl-no less-in a minute
Betty's arm! Dear. vain, ador-
able Betty's lame arm, that never
was going to get we'll! Ny ugly
secret had me by the throat. So
mumbling something about pack
ing my bag, 1 rushed from the
room.
7 had just cleared my possessions
from the bureau of the guest room
and had slowed them back in my
bag when Miss Moss came to tell
me that Betty was asking for me
and might have five minutes with
her. So I gave the little nurse my
bag to carry out to the waiting
room, adjusted my hat fer travel
and then hurried to Betty.
The bride was white and pale
and tired looking, lines OF pain
etched themselves across her face,
but her eyes were eager, avid for
happiness.
you, dear. to plan to stay with
Terry. ] know" she said. This
isn't much of a honeymoon. and
you were going to help Terry
through-sort of keep him from
realizing how-rash he as been"
Rash, Betty" I replied. After
all the months he's been trying to
catch up with you and make you
listen? 1 guess he's almost thank
full to get you where you can't
run away"
Nice comforter" murmured
Betty. But we both know how
sickness annoys men. Oh, Anne
dear, I do 50 want to be up and
about and doing things for Terry
instead Of being helpless and a bur-
den. I want my love to bring hap
piness."
Don't you know that Terry'd be
happy to have you If both your
arms and a few legs and eyes and
ears and things were in slings?" 1
answered with smile that brought
quick response from Betty.
Yes, he's like that-bless him!
And, anyway, it isn't as if / were
a down-and-o for life. It isn't
as if 1 wouldn't be all right again
in a month"
Betty spoke with such assur-
ance that 1 had to turn away to
hide the simmer in my eyes She
sensed something amiss, and caught
my hand in her uninjured left one.
You haven't told me about your
self. Anne-not a word. But I feel
something in the air. Are things
right with your
CTO Be CORtinued.D