Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-08-01
"When a Girl MQrrieS"
A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing
Problem of Girl Wife

aat least three hours of work ahead
and then I'm thinking of running
out to Mason Towers for the week
end
Mason Towers" I repeated, hes
itating. That was a full two hours
run and l couldn't get back in time
to dine with Jim if 1 motored Neal
so far. Then something impelled
me to '0ke Neal anyway
That's a nice rum" said. And
there's charming inn near-there.
It's only about forty minutes by
train, so I'll call up the house and
leave word for Jim to make the
SiN-thirty or seven and meet me
there. And that gives me plenty
of time to wait while you go home
and pack a bag and then to roll
you comfortably over velvet roads
to your Journeys end"
In a furry of determination to
carry out this idea. l seized the
telephone and called up my maid
Bertha, giving her the message
that Jim should take the train and
meet me at the Clover-leaf Inn.
Bertha repeated all the directions
after me clearly and understand
ingly. so I had no doubt that Jim
would appear on the scene some
time between seven and night.
Delighted with my plans. and
never foreseeing how differently they
would work out, I turned to Neal
with an impish grin:
Now do you think you can fool
your pursuing villainess of a sis
ter?"
I do not" replied Neal, adding
with startling unselfconsciouSness
Il never was much of hand at es-
Gaping designing woman. So
may as well come-esr eciauy as l
can't seem to land a blt of dope on
the place I'm looking up"
What is it?" l asked.
"Oh, an old place out near Mason
Towers" replied Neal carelessly.
to investigate Your ability as
chauffeuse. Come along and I'll
pack my bag in jiffy."
We carried out that schedule, and,
while Neal packed, l made sure of
my supply of gasoline. We were off
in less than no time. When at last
we had slipped over the wide river
boulevard and were courSing out
across the dusty country road be-
tween waving fields of grain, Neal
tished in his pocket. drew something
out and said, with a sudden choke
in his voice:
Gould you drive with one hand
for minute, Babbs? I want the
other"
What do you want of my hand?
To get sentimental and hold. it?"
bantered, but for all that I COM
piled, as 1 always comply with
whatever Neal asks of me.
Neal caught my hand in his-and
sure enough he did hold it tight
for a minute; then felt something
cold slip over my finger and Nears
warm young lips pressed to the
place.
II want you to have it, dear.
Mother would want you to have it
now" said Neal huskily.
On my hand sparkled the dia-
mond circlet that had been mothers
betrothal ring from dear Father
Andrew-tlie ring feared Neal was
bringing back for Envy. I stopped
the car there by the fragrant, hedge
grown roadside. and, catching Meals
hand in the one where the ring
rested, I laid it against my heart.
But words wouldn't come.
In that moment we understood
each other-and I know that what
ever the cost, I couldn't do one
thing to make Neal break his plight
ed word. I realized that his dear.
QuiXotic. high ideals were part of
him, as they had been part of our
little dead mother.
Thank you. my lad" I managed
to murmur. Thank you"
In silence, then, my hand wearing
the sparkling ring that only my
mother and Phoebe had worn be-
fore me, We drove Onto ENVY.
Ito Be Continued)