Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-10-04
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"When a Girl MQrrieS"
A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing
Problem of Girl Wife

in each other they didn't pay the
least attention to what was going
| on, but l knew 1 wasn't imagining
| things as l sometimes do, for at this
| juncture Jim caught my eye and
there was a startled question in his
| glance.
Are you game for a little stroll.
Anne?" he asked, with what 1 felt
sure was deliberation. I'D like to
trace this young streamlet back a
ways. 1t looks to me-Tommie, play
| mate of my youth-as If you and 1
were booked for some trout fishing
! ere long"
Toms look was ludicrously CRATE
| full both for Jim's plan to absent
| himself and for the announcement
that they two were contemporaries.
The minute we were out of ear
| shot Jim caught my hand in his and
| gave great shout
Did you ever see the beat of
that?" he demanded. "Bowled over
clean bowled over. Our Tommie's
goner for fair. The pretty little
fat girl has fetched him. And she
| thought he was a doddering uncle"
Jim, you aren't taking Tom seri-
ously?" 1 asked scornfully.
And why not?" came from Jim,
as he abandoned his tracing of the
stream ana TeCIl1eu on a DiS poul-
der where there was room to pull
me down close to his side.
Don't you know him by now?
Toms flirt Married women are
generally his prey He things them
safer, 1 suppose. I've never before
seen him show flicker of interest
in a girl who might take him serious
ly. and if Miss Warren did I'll wager
he'd run a mile"
II think you're wrong, sweet
! heart. 1 think Tommie's hard hit.
However match-making's not my de-
partment. Give us a kiss and we'll
stroll back. We ought to be start
ing if we want a hot dinner to-
night. It's almost three now"
So 1 gave Jim his kiss and we
strolled back to find the hamper
closed and strapped back in place
and the others ready for the re-
| turn trip. We drove in a different
way from the one we had come. and
it carried US by Mason Towers.
Evvy's country place. At sight of
| which 1 fancy strange things are to
come:
"Oh, we're going by the Harri-
son place. Let's stop a little while,
she cried.
Tom agreed and though 1 felt sure
Jim shared my feeling of awkward
ness at going to the old homestead
which is now Virginia's unacknowl-
eyed property. neither of us felt
that we could say anything without
causing too many surmises on Toms
part. So we drove in.
Only a few weeks before the place
had an air of desertion and decay.
Now the grass is clipped and beds
of hardy perennials are set out.
AS we came closer to the house we
saw that the vines had been pruned
and tended and that building was
going on.
At sight OF these changes in his
boyhood home. I perceived how Jim
whitened under his tan and how the
muscles of his jaw grew taut as
fiddle strings. Phoebes chicks
crimsoned and her eyes became more
starlike than ever. Only my brother
puzzled me. His manner was alert
and watchful, but not at all sur
prised.
We'll. I declare, someone must
have bought in the old placer cried
Tom. Who do you suppose is re-
storing the old mansion"
1 echoed his question. Who is do
ing it?
(To Be Continued.)