The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-11-22

Terry, Jim Alnterrupted, Tor the love of common sense, don't babble like an old woman. Call up Wash fngton in the morning = and you'll find Bettys all right-Was there letter for me. Anne--a typed letter? I was looking for something import ant If you'll excuse me for sec ond, Terry"
 As I handed Jim his letter. my dignant. Jim had just declared that he'd stand by. Was he absorbed in his own affairs, or did he mean to help Terry?
 CHAPTER CxvIII.
 Terry stood watching Jim, as ne ripped open his letter, scanned It WIln eager eyes, re-read it slowly and then light. I found myself burning With shame and disappointment Why couldn't Jim live up to his pest mo- ments? He had declared only mo- ment before that he'd stand by Terry Now why didn't he do so?
 As if in answer to my thoughts, Terry picked up his cap and overcoat and made ready to depart.
 Might, folks" he said quietly. "Pll call the department in the morning, Anne. and let you know-Eetty ao- dress"
 Jim went over and slapped him or ''That's the stuff, Terence, my boy" said he NO more mooning-Bettys all right-never doubt of it. My advice Is when you get her where she has to listen, give her some idea of how you feel. Tell her how you go up in the air when she vamooses with out leaving an address"
 Terry's set face went a shade winter.
 ''Thanks for-the advice" he said coldly, and held his hand out to me
 Wait a. minute-wait minute Don't go off with a grouch,'' Jim cried I thOJ1Rht there was anything wrong with Betty B., don't you think I'd be on the job-or if you needed me, either, for the matter Of that?'
 Jim smiled his winning smile. and l could see that his very indifferent matter r-of-factness = "selflshness' called it to myself-actually was do- ing a. lot to comfort Terry
 Now Jim encircled me with hlS le1t arm and laid his right hand on Terry s shoulder, and, standing in that warm intimacy, he spoke in his most mag netic tones:
 Lad, I've big deal on. But don't you know I'd drop it like a flash Ii Betty was in any trouble. Why, I'm as fond of her-as you are
 At that Terry'S face went fine re- vealing crimson-which Jim appeared not to notice-even when Terry said a nasty good night and dashed away At once Jim began capering about ln the greatest delight-like a happy boy.
 'T've a big deal on, girlie, and ] think it's going right. We'll be rich if it does, and my lilac princess shall have strawberries, sugar and cream and pearls and rubies and fine cush- ions to sit on, too.''
 I took fire from his spirits and laughed out my reply:
 But don't condemn me to sit on ono of those cushions and sew fine seam all day long, will you, Jimmie boy? I'd like to keep moving, even if I find myself married to a captain of industry"
 you cute little thing. Always ready with an answer. You'll always keep moving-and keep me chasing after you"
 Jim seized in his arms and kissed me over and over again-quick, dart !. ing kisses that began by expressing ed by flaming to the consciousness that it was his wife he held in hi: arms. Closer and closer he drew me I wasn't the 'par' he had suggested but his wife, now, his sweetheart, ever as he was. no matter how he grieveC or failed me, my man-for all time my man.
 Do you love me?" whispered Jim Are you my girl-my little sweet heart?"
 "Yes," I whispered; 'T love you ten tired of me-
 Tired of you?"
 Jim. drew me closer.
 Tired of you!" he laughed, an added with sudden seriousness: "Bu you won't ever hurt me again by trail ing around with Norreys, will you ?'
 At that I struggled to be free. Al