The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-10-18
When A Girl
 Marriies
By Ann Lisle. Copyright 1918, by King Feature Syndicate, Inc)
(Continued.)


 l believe you're 'feSSing up to make sure I won't act like the Sultan of Turkey and behead you when I dis cover you fair but false," chuckled Jim when I got home from my tea at the Clinsarge and found him waiting for me.
 "PIease don't joke that way, Jim dearest. As if I could ever see an other man when you're on earth,' I declared with complete faith in my own words. "I went-because he seemed to think he needed some help l could give him. didn't even tell Father Andrew. because we have standards at home that you might think oldfashioned. Whatever my motive, I know Father Andrew "Say, Princess Anne-I pause ito re- mark right here that your Father Andrew is about the realest, biggest individual who has come my way in a long time. If our Neal doesn't make a wonderful man some day, then there's no such thing as heredity- for he must also have inherited a few of the sweet qualities my girl prob ably got from her mother" Then Jim kissed me, lightly, dismissing the subject of Pat Dalton. But even at the risk of boring my restless boy, I had to revert to it.
 "Jim," I persisted. ''I'm pretty sure that Pat Dalton still cares for Virginia
 Q Ou are! what OO you mean Jim broke in excItedly. What did he say?''
 Tt wasn't so much what he said. Tt was that he couldn't say-any- lining"
 "Oh, nonsense!" Jim explained i'm ipatiently Then he laughed. "Day dreaming again, Princess Anne.'
 "No-not day dreaming. He told me over the phone that he wanted to get me there primarily to talk about himself. Then when he had his chance he talked whole paragraphs abount Evvy and Phoebe and Neal and you-''
 "Precisely And said nothing about Jeanie. Proving that he isn't think ing much about her. Anne, l hate the idea of divorce. But I hate the position Jeanie's in now still worse. She's neither tied-nor free.'
 Its a bad position, Jim. I'm com ing ito see that. So I try to forgive her when out of her bitterness she hurts me-and perhaps ruins Neals happiness-and Phoebe'S."
 Jim shook his head with patient indulgence when l said that-and reaching across the couch, drew me for a second. I could see from the superior, triumphant expression on his face when he freed me, that he had little belief in my power to draw conclusions and waS-in the flush ot his first success--coming back to his inherent belief in masculine superior ity. In moment he put into words the thing that I felt.
 Listen to me, little girl. Wher you're reporting a conversation, your memory and your vivid interest 1T people gives every word you repeat a great deal of charm and value. But don't try to figure out what is going on in peoples minds-because you're not much of a judge of human ma ture. That's why forgive you wher you're morried to my Jeanie."
 fNOr h 1ir1Sv al inc arms and sprang to my feet.
 'So, I'm no judge of human nature I didn't make friends with your Terr! at once. I didn't recognize the splen did qualities of Anthony Norreys?'
 Sure you did," agreed Jim, com placently; couldn't miss them if yol tried, little innocent. But you fel down on Betty, who's the salt of thu earth. And you don't get Jeanie a all."
 His superiority hurt I felt belit tied, and I turned away. Here I hat been trying to do something big ant constructive and helpful for Nirgini; and Jim only laughed at me as if were cunning kitten, whose antic amused him. And in a moment h seemed to forget that I had once beel successful business woman and tha I'd stood by him in his hour of need If a day or two of success was goin to make him assume this patronizin attitude toward me, what could hope for if he ever really made him self felt in the business world? 'Then you don't care to know wha MT. Dalton said about your sister?' asked in a tone that I didn't have t struggle very hard to make cold an aloof.
 Jim rose and sauntered over to m with a tolerant and pleased air of pos session. He put his hand under m chin and tilted my face up for h. kiss. Then with a secure air of ce1 tainty and leisure, he ran his finger through my hair.
 Pretty little lilac princess-wha vast piece of evidence have you e2 tracted from Pat this day." he aske indifferently.
 Across my mind there flashed picture of Pat Dalton leaning acros the tea table and murmuring wit an eager note I'd never heard befo1 in his reckless voice:
 "Virginia-what does she say abol me? Jeanie never me1 tions me Jeanie-well, might have known that. st wouldn't"
 I knew that meant something B, if I told Jim in his present mind I would only laugh at me.
 "It really doesn't matter what ! said. Virginia isn't the least inte ested in him any more, is she ?' asked. with seeming innocence.
 Jim's eyes darkened to green-tl remote green that marks the m ments of reserve when he goes in himself and will reveal nothing y what he thinks and feels. I couldr read his eyes.
 At last he answered coldly:
 '.When Jeanie wants to give VI her confidence Anne she will do S l suppose"
 CHAPTER LXXXIV.
 Say, honey, you sure are takil things by the smooth handle the days! Jeanie tells me you had a wo derful basket of fruit at the ne apartment to greet her, and that y,