Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-01-01
" When a Girl MarrieS"
BY
New Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing
Problems of a Girl Wife
, DAY dreaming again, Princess

, DAY dreaming again, Princess
Anne"
"No-not day dreaming. He told
me over the phone that he wanted
to get me there primarily to talk
about himself. Then when he had
his chance he talked whole para
graphs about Envy and Phoebe and
Neal and you-
Precisely. And said nothing
about JEANNE. Proving that he
isn't thinking much about her
Anne, l hate the idea of divorce.
But / hate the position Jeanie's in
now still worse. She's neither tied
nor free"
ITS a bad position, Jim, I'm COM
ing to see that. SO L try to forgive
her when out of. her bitterness she
hurts me--and perhaps ruins NeaIs
happiness-and Phoebe's."
Jim shook his head with patient
Indulgence when / said that-and
reaching across the couch, drew me
roughly to him-and held me close
for a record. | could see from the
superior triumphant expression on
his face when he freed me, that he
had little belize in my power TO
draw conclusions and was-in the
flush of his first success - coming
back to his inherent belief in mas
culine superiority. In a moment ne
put into words the thing that L
felt.
Listen to me, little girl. When
You're reporting conversation,
YOUR memory and your vivid inter-
est in people give every word you
repeat a great deal of charm and
value. But don't try to hgure out
what is going on in peoples minds
because you're not much of Judge
of human nature. That's why
forgive yod when you're horried TO
my Jeanie.
/ tore myself from his lingering
arms and sprang to my feet.
$50. I'm no judge of human ma
ture, didn't make friends with
vour Jerry at once. | didn't recog-
nize the splendid qualities of Anth-
Sure you did" agreed Jim, COM
nlacently; couldn't miss them If you
tried. little innocent. But you fell
down on Betty, who's the salt OF
the earth. And YOU don't get
Jeanne at ALL"
His superiority hurt. felt pc
Titled, and l turned away. Here L
had been trying to do something big
and constructive and helpful for Nir-
ginia-and Jim only laughed at me
as if | were u cunning kitten, whose
antics amused him. And in mo-
ment he seemed to forget that L had
once been a successful business Wo-
man and that I'd stood by him in
his hour of need. If u day or two
of success was going to make him
assume this patronizing attitude to-
ward me, what could L hope for II
he ever really made himself felt in
the business world?
Then you don't care to know
what Mr.. Dalton said about your Sis
ter?" l asked in tone that L dldnt I
have to struggle very hard to make
cold and aloof.
Jim rose and sauntered oyer to me
with a tolerant and pleased air of
possession. He put his hand under
my chin and tilted my face up for
his kiss. Then with a secure air of
certainty and leisure, he ran his
fingers through my hair.
pretty little lilac princess-what
vast piece of evidence have you eX-
tracted from Pat this day." he asked
indifferently.
Across my mind here flashed a
picture of Pat Dalton leaning across
the tea table and murmuring with
an eager note I'd never heard before
in his reckless voice:
Virginia what does she say
about me? Jeanie never
mentions me Jeanie-
WELL might have known that. she
wouldn't"
1 knew that meant something.
But if l told Jim in his present
mood he would only laugh at me.
1T really doesn't matter what he
said. Virginia isn't the least inter
ested in him any more, is she?"' L
asked with seeming innocence.
Jim's eyes darkened to green
the remote green that marks the
moments of reserve when he goes
into himself and will reveal nothing
of what he thinks and feels.
couldn't read his eyes.
At last he answered coldly:
when Jeanie wants to give you
her confidence Anne she will do so,
l suppose.
(To BE Continued.)