The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-09-08

pear hopeful. He had a dogged1y
amused air that he seemed to think
hid all his worry and chagrin from
me, and for me each night there was
a little gift-early raspberries or late
roses. I wondered if he went without
his lunches in order to buy them, for
his appetite for dinner paid such
glowing tribute to my cooking.
Tonight he came. in with a buoy
ancy SO staggering, so elaborate that
I ached to think how much energy
he must be spending on his p1ay-act-
ing. The courage Of him was SPLEEN
debut the biggest thing ABOUT II
was the fact that he was ready to do
every bit of the suffering and
his.
Oh, Jimmy, my dar1ing-if only
could tell you how rich your chiva1-
rous, unselfish love makes mel But
that would not be fair, for then you
would know that your dauntless
pluck had been-wasted.
well, little Princess. I've covered
the track of novelties from Yoko-
hama to Cairo-and T think the
Harrison family will have to start a
factory to turn out Japanese fans
right here on the premises said Jim
tonight as he offered me my gift
a tiny box of Canton ginger,
The telephone broke in on our con-
versation and welcome-home kiss and
as crossed the room to answer it I
found myself praying that soon the
country for which they had fought
would complete her preparation for
work of fitting her returning heroes
to jobs. For already was facing the
Hafter-the-war'' problem and seeing
a soldiers tragic struggle to find his
place again in the workaday world,
"Jobs-not bouquets I murmered
to myself ooh! That will make a
splendid title for the next Haldane
article"
Then I took down the receiver
and a voice announced:
Its Tom Mason, Mrs. HARRISON.
How about that dinner you two good
people were going to give a lonely old
bachelor? I'm in the building now
arranging some business with one OF
! my tenants-you won't humillate me
| by turning me down. will you?'
And I couldn't refuse to let him
| come. Jim was bit irritable about
| it. suppose it was a relief to aci
| like a regular man.
"Now look here, Anne, wish you
tell me clearly once for all just why
| we're in Tom Mason's apartment and
| what makes him think he can invite
| himself to dinner"
In facing the big tragedy OF his
resignation from the army and the
| need of finding a job. he had neg
1ected to revert to the discussion OF
| my moving from the Walgrave. Sc
| now, as quietly and simply as I could
| manage it, told the whole story
| my first luncheon with Evelyn, my
| trip to the Mason studio, my unhap
piness at the walgrave and the utte1
| impossibi1ity of moving to Betty
| apartme even if I had wanted to.
| Up until then Jim had been listen
| ing very seriously, but now his stern
ness vanished, with real Amusement
he reached down into one of his. many
! pockets and fished up half doze1
| little keys on a silver ring.
"Betty's! By jove, I have then
yet! I'm beginning to see Just hov
you came to land here"
In my happiness and relief. &C
tuaIIy forgot all about the simmer
ing robe of blue ana gold that la.
hidden in the carved chest where
had thrust it. Then I glanced at tn
clock and gasped-my mind was side
tracked from everything but my prep
arations for dinner.
When Mr.. Mason came Jim greet
ed him with an air too elaborated
| polite to indicate his real feeling, bu
| later the men wormed to friendlines
toward each other under the bene
ficent influence Of dinner. Jim boast
ed that was the only bride on rec