The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-11-27
When A Girl Marries
Bv ANN LISLE

Salt Water Oil at sixty-seven. We're
 started, Anne-we're going to be rich,
 g.rl!''
 Jim had clicked the receiver back
 on it's hook and stood there with
 his hand still pressed against the
 black cylinder. Strangely enoash.
 and the way the little finger stood
 out from the others. There was 8 rpot on his coat sleeve, high up n.zar his shoulder.
 whislx broom and try to brush it off. And mingled with these thoughts,
 like g4ittering beads strung in and
 out of a dull chain, was the recurrent
 refrain; refrain, We're Were @ rich! We nhsa;.: have I don't suppose ten seconds elapsed while these scraps of thoughts and emotion trooped through by mind.
 the rest of me that this wasn't tho | way to accept a sudden fortune. Jim couldn't be expected to like the way I was acting-or, rather the way I wasn't acting-up to my part at all. I started across the room toward Jim, with my hands held out to him. Jim cleared his throat with a raSp- | ing sound that grated through the stiffness.
 Mushroom millionaires-on a bit l less than a hundred thousand" hn | laughed as gratingly as he had cough | cd. ''Cut the Mysteries, Anne I'm all
 in-can't stand any more. Wonder | if it would have been better to hold | on-and wait for a better price. No the market will probably steady | down, and fall a point or two.
 Betted to realize what you can on a 1 margin deal'
 ] He wasn't talking to me at all. He
 didn't really know that was there.
 Jim, aren't you going to kiss me?" | protested. 'IS this how-we takr
 riches? If it's an omen. I'd rather | stay poor. And we weren't poor with your wonderful salary
 l That's it-s:art croaking. Can't 1 please some women," he n1nStercd. | For 8 second l started to be angry. l too. And then the feeling that I'm 1 sure comes to all wives swept over
 me- I was Jim's mother as well as his | sweetheart He was my boy-a Dig 1 baby-no more.
 1 "I-et's go out and buy large juicy beefsteak and a couple of a1tichoke:s
 I cried gayiy, knowing that Jim would 1 prefer just now to bavo me, attend | to his creature comforts instead of
 offering !lffll cmtions. "Rut first I'm | going to brush you~off a bit and rum l pie your hair just once, so l canr 1 have all the fun of smoothing it down | again."
 | I had struck the right note. Jim 1 laughed gayly and caught me la jolly bear-nug that had the under
 standing Of good pal in it.
 '"rhas's my gfri." he said - | But t made my heart ache a lit,
 tie. For I didn't want to pe eaIn 1iI,, | to call me again the name I hadn't he.ru for 2. so IonG-his 'Lilac lady
 Hard on this thought came a pie touch with fortune, Doris West, slim, aJiurinr. Oriental, flaming like a noinsetta against the plusi,y blackness of furs. t
 ooma on the turn of the tide and lcap iron, beggary to bciag Lore i, Mayor of London with emotions more
 mixed than those of me-Rarhs1rsa . cnme to me-from Fate and Doris ; Wass-and my husband c1appcd E,e , on hack and called Inc a, good
 par' and agreed to go out ana guy nicy, juicy beefSteak to ceieofaee' , wait a minute. wait a minute! exclaimed Jim. eff we eat now Wf won't be able 10 lianage an e',rat p1'e to t, z, , Trad and Doris out 10 dine tonight Wa we weren't even to celebrate alone. I didn't need to ask Wht al s ,a pa,,st he Doris Vests engineel t " Al right. Shall I boil you som som a eggs now?' asked Tn my nia, mos. psac :. t i,,11,+, i, my throat as I did so. ..rhat,s a good idea. Two five I n,in,,te .eggs and a slice of bread agreed Jim- ,:.,o++o ,n, I prepared his second lunch for Jim Jim When returned aeh puffing %ffh it cigarete hs ws t and on the ash-tray lay several butts t rau He had 9d evidently been smoking stead fly ali the Thile side was ana goge Pe proppe, aa v she Dand ate with the relish o r a starved man react.ng from grea | strain.
 was munching ans his T. toast ards srsa 1,n oi answered, and turned with m. # hand over the mousnplece.a
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