Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-02-22
"When a Girl Marries"
New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing
Problems of Girl Wife

soo' Pisdse, Salu Jim grunly. I
thought of all that. and so 1 chose
the Rochambeau. They know me
there, as Virginia stayed there for
weeks-so, of course, L can sign the
check and let Tom do the tipping.
wish you'd stop acting as if l were
cross between a child and an
idiot. But what the dickens are YOU
going to do for a dress?"
"Oh, I'll manage something" I
promised, wondering what L would
contrive.
Go to it-and. mind, you look de-
cent I'll call Doris again and tell
her it's to be a big party = full
Dress
'Jim," I ventured, "Virginia's not
very democratic, you know. How
will she take dining with your
stenographer?
Jim turned on me with something
very like a snarl.
Anne, don't get a swelled head
so fast. You worked at Halden's
you know"
1 fairly reeled under the malice of
ii.
"Jim." 1 protested. Jim. that's
not fair! l respect work. I'm not
a snob. But Virginia had enough
trouble adjusting herself to me.
| She probably won't be very cordial
to Miss West. She won't under
stand your having that girl and
leaving Anthony Norreys, Miss
Vests employer, out. And 1 don't
understand your asking your wife
to accept-to appear in public with
With
Stop right there." Jim Numbered.
Don't let your evil-mindedness
drive you one step further. Doris
West is coming to the dinner"
"Yes-that's fair, from your point
of view. You owe her that much
for-making your fortune" l agreed
slowly and sadly.
Jim laughed roughly:
Il don't owe her a darn thing. I
paid my indebtedness off in advance
when l got out of my job and let
Fred in again."
"Fred?" 1 interrupted. 'Fred?"
Isn't that her brother.
You might listen once in while"
retorted Jim. Erred is Fred Har-
per, the boy who went to war when
1 came into Norreys office to take
his place. He's discharged now
and footloose. Loris wants him
back-so she can win him all over
again-she's crazy about him.
We'll, fixed it for her-he's COM
ing back. So that squares us! And
her brother, Dick, will think. I'm
doing the pretty thing by him if
introduce him to a few nice girls
and keep him going socially here
in the big city. Now, are you ready
to go on your knees to Doris-and
10 your husband?"
"Oh, Jim!" l cried, I'm sorry. So
that's how she came to tell you
about our wanting you to work for
is my besetting sin. And l did think
you were-fiirting with Miss West"
i've an idea that your wonderful
Norreys is about as pure-minded and
as.sweet as you are. and thought the
same thing" sneered jim. That's
what made me SO darn sore at the
interfering old boob. I'm dead sure
he's only sending the poor kid to
Canada or Boston or wherever he's
shooting her-to protect you. Though
who elected him the protector of
your happiness 1 don't know"
"Oh, Jim-I'm so sorry!" 1 echoed
again.
"All right-alI right! Run along"
said Jim irritably, and returned to
his telephoning.
l trailed listlessly back into the
bedroom again. my mind absorbed
in new problem. Didn't | owe 1t
TO Doris West to persuade Mr.. Nor
reys to let her stay in town now that
the man she loved was returning to
the Norreys offices? But could l
persuade Anthony Norreys to change
his plans even if l tried? And had
the right to try? Had Jim told
me with this very idea in view-or
would he resent the idea?
That problem had to he tempo
rarily dismissed, however, for the
more imminent one of constructing
an evening dress. My wardrobe was
limited-but l got out all my best
frocks and arranged them side by
side on the bed. Besides the null
berry satin 1 was wearing, there
was my lavender organdy. my gray
chi 1on and an old rose colored taft
feta with net yoke and sleeves.
The array looked hopeless. I be-
gan shifting them around and hold
ing them against each other. Then
l saw the light. The yoke and
sleeves could come out of the rose
colored silk. The gray chiffon could
be ripped from its gray foundation
and slipped over the rose. The un-
lined, gray angel-sleeves and the
sheer low throat would look charms ;
ing 1 thought I began ripping my
dresses apart, pinning and sewing
with frantic nervousness.
1t seemed to me suddenly that all
most everything in life depended on
my looking we'll at this dinner my
husband was giving to celebrate
the coming of fortune TO us. But.
however desperately | sewed. could
l get my dress ready in time-and
would it be pretty when 1t was fin
ished? Or would it look home
made-an absurd botch?
ITO ha Gorr+irued)