The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-10-18

of your front yard again by any wab- bly, No Trespassing' signs. You may | think it's a joke-but I was as pleased as child with his Christmas stocking just to be permitted to help you select a couple of condlesticks today. Il wish you'd promise me child, that if you do really ever need a friend you Il turn to Betty B. T will turn to Betty B. re peated in a voice that was little | crumbly around the edges. And, know I'll find her there if I call" I wonder if I will ever need to re- deem that pledge? Terry was waiting at the Rocham- beau when we arrived Betty greet i ed him gaily-almost indifferently. But there was something strangely | pathetic in the way he stopped over | Betty as if she were a tiny bit of fragile china, instead of a tall. self possessed green-eyed goddess with | the beauty and durability of Chinese l jade.
 We embarked in the car and drove i out to the country estate where An thony Norreys has his home and his
 offices. But all during the drive bits
 of a conversation I'd once had with
 Jim came back ito me.
 ! g"Betty's ghost-ridden. Both of ! them are. For a man who prob
 ably doesn't deserve it. Poor Ath- | erton!
 Poor Terry I found myself l l ing'' again as Jim calls it, but just as
 I got to that point, we drove by the great weeping willows which Betty told me marked the entrance to- the Norreys place-and second later we had puleld up at a red brick lodge with white stone steps and win dow frames.
 This cosy little spot is where your Jimmie works,' announced Ter ry. Then we steppedp over the thresh- lold and were at once in great many widowed room. At desk under one
 Of the windows sat Jim, arms flung
 resting on his arms-a picture of
 weariness and dejection. Hearing our
 approach, he looked up, tossed his
 head back and closed his eyes in a
 way he has and then brought himself into focus with things again-and rose smiling to greet us.
 Hello folks-seems ito me Terry just phoned minute ago-didnit think you'd make it so fast. Welcome e l-thrice welcome to our little hive of industry
 . He was striving for a joeose tone
 but knew that Jim was tired and 1 having an inner struggle-to hide his lac lNof interest in the wor kfrom Ter ry, perhaps. At this moment in came ! Anthony Norreys, his thin face radi- ant, his eyes alight.
 ? This is the open season for jolly
 surprlSes," he sad in voice that l carried conviction. T have a rendez-
 OsIl phoned, and Nora McGinniss surprised f me. too. Didn't she just beam with v delight and tell me that the lamb was l crying for folks to appreciate it when l a party tonisht!'' ~
 Irony, you dear old scamp, are you l asking us ito stay and dine D asked = Betty gayly. Because if you are. L = as guide and mentor for the day to
 Anne Harrison do hereby unanimous n ly accept"
 That's jolly white of you. Nor S eeys.'' broke in Jim. '1m such an old e derelict that I don't believe I could r make town tonight without the re- t viving effect of some food" y Tired ?' asked Anthony Norreys /? man who's been through that holo- n caust over there is when he's frs, n learning to use-whats left of him = Just remember what Dawson said 1t It'll cheer you up tremendously when
 you're down. Every man I have met l. out here has the amazing courage tc l, wear his crown of thorns as if it were
 a 'cap-and- bells"
 1T Then my Jin-:my petulant Jim r. who never would let me offer him 2 s bit of sympathy-1aid his hand on tbe 9. mained arm that hung at Anthon,
 Norrey's side.
 You understand-you've beer
 through it, too," he muttered in a clogsed voice-'and come out -e SmaShed-like me-
 s- Cut it-JimI" cried Terry with tb, n first impotence I'd ever seen .hin " show. SAii l; But Anthony Norreys stood by linn y. "Why, lad, don't be bitter Yon,v,
 been in the biggest show on eartI r. and you've only had to pay for vo11 le ticket with a smashed ankle-hone T. You aren't maimed." f. "Fm ,lame!" muttered Jim bittar11
 Look at Terry there"- CT Cut it, lad-you're tired. ry al overworked you. Neither Of us he EY dryn T I,S -{,--, ty body. A man doesn't have to h n, twisted in his mind, even though he, a maimed-so badly that he can neye ns hope for a woman's love-
 As Anthony Norreys said that ;i- turned my eyes away-for suddenI n- they were wet
 e.
 n To Be Continued. <e