The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-10-02
WKen A Girl Murries
By Ann Lasle.
Copyright 1s14 by King Features- syndi-
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tire you! It never stops ringing, you know
 Ut doesn't? Wen, then, more ,peo- me about: Let's see--Betty, Terry,
 Sheldon, Tom Mason, Dickey Royce, and Pat Dalton, you said, didn't you ?'' 1 "Yes, and Evvy, too, and Sally, and the folks from the cap factory" I cat. alogued stupidly.
 '.Not-my sisters?''
 That I took for granted you'd
 Rochambeau must just ring us auto | matically-I think they call every hour."
 Jim smiled happily; all lis irrita- ton vanished.
 q didn't think Virginia would 1 stay mad at me- he murmured like a little boy. Say, nursie, I've a mo- l ton if you'd pull down the blinds I after all, there's no percentage in hearing you recite answers to those phone calls.'
 This was the second day, and from l that moment Jim got steadily better. 1 But I had lied, for, though the Ro- ! chambeau did phone us almost hour 1 ly, it was Phoebe, not Virginia, who l called. On the third day Jim was to be permitted to see one guest. I knew l who would be his choice, but things l didn't work out .just as I expected, for Betty phoned to say that she and
  l decided that the most important per l son for Jim to see was Terry. | ''Terry's such a darling-so placid 1 and English, Betty declared. Hell ] be over at three and Pm coming i along to visit you, and have you meet
 our beloved Anthony Norreys who
 was just come back from Canada
 I didn't like any of it. How dared
 Betty? What right had she to scheme and plan without consulting 1 me? Was this her way of glossing l over the fact that she wasn't gener- l ouS enough to come and visit her l brother-unti1, perhaps, he apologiz- | ed for the grave crime of defending his wife against her rudeness? And 1 finally, why should Betty be bringing ] a strange man to call on me now? Some of my questions were answer l ed soon enough.
 In angry resentment I waited the coming of our guests-and I felt 8 ] sign of my feelings flaming into my cheeks when I opened the door al
 three and found Terry Winston stand ing there with strange man-but nc 1 Betty. -
 Terry presented Anthony Norreys and then began nervously to explain that Mrs. Dalton had thought it bes for Betty not to come.
 probably get on better Without he Ioane an. other - CT woman," he brought ou jerkily. "Oh, Mrs. Jimmie, I'm al set for seeing the lad-may trot righ in?"
 Almost on the word he popped ou of the room. leaving me to face tn,
 man so strangely brought to m. house.
 .i Anthony Norreys was slightly ove
 medium height and thin almost tt
 cancellation. He looked actually ill
 but for all this he suggested strengt1 mot weakness. The sweetness of hi
 mouth was belied by a chin so rug | eed and do |. bit afraid until the one illuminat tin, | l feature of his almost homely fac , caught and held my eyes. And the1 l I was conscious of nothing but hi eyes-ice- e-blue, keen and penetrating :. but, above all, honest-unflinchin honest. Strength, sweetness and hon esty-they repeated themselves il Anthony Norreys's voice when h l spoke:
 < Mrs. Harrison, I've come to asl
 a favor of you. l can use a man owe | at my place-a confidential assistant l Winston and my friend Betty .Bryc 5 say Jim Harrison is the man I'm look ; ing for, they say it's his chance, bu that I'll never be able to persuad , him to, take it unless make him fee l I'm in need of a. favor-not doing one
 In a way that'se not quite true. Iv } a wonderful man in the place I'n offering your husband. He under st n6S''-