The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-12-22
Continued.

"Yes, he's like that-bless him! And, anyway, it isn't as if I were | down-and-outer for life. It isn't IS if I wouldn't be all right again in 7, month";
 Betty spoke with such assurance
 hat I had to turn away to hide the ;himmer in my eyes. She sensed
 omething amiss. and caught my iand in her uninjured left one.
 "You haven't told me about your
 elf, Anne-not a word. But I feel something in the air. Are things
 fight with you?'
 CHAPTER cLIv
 Of course I couldn't tell the brave title sick-a-bed bride either of the
 hings that were worrying me. She couldn't know that I was haunted by tears for her and her arm. And she rnight-in her. unselfishness-be all ways as much agitated by a hint of he ugly situation hanging between Jim and me. So I put her off.
 I'm just little choked with joy over the results of my match making said l. And since l can't dance a jig in a sick room, I have 10 cry a little. Don't begrudge me my fun!"
 Bless your heart, nice person, I'd never begrudge you anything but un- happiness and worry!" answered Betty.
 Then I knew I was a pretty good play-actress, and with little feeling of triumph over the way my make believe had saved Betty pain, I stoop,, ed very tenderly to kiss her good night. Her we'll hand caressed my face
 .'Friendship's a big thing and very precious she whispered. You've proved 1t, Anne dear. And am grateful, and proud, and very, very happy" blessing on Betty's head and hurried from that room of peace and love back to the things I felt were ly1ng l in wait for me outside. 'Hurray, Anne, we're going to mo- tor up to town after all!' said Jim when I joined him and Terry in the | main hall. ''Terry's sending us up I in his car, which we'll send back to him tomorrow. Bully. isn't it?' :. T asked uneasily. sWe'n get. there l so much sooner, and I'm tired. and nervous. You're a brick, Terry, to | offer the car-but I don't feel as if l ! roads half the night. IT want to get home"
 'Nonsense, Anne. Suppose it does | take a couple of hours longer in the ! ting in a stuffy train with all the f commuters? ?"
 l Jin,s tone was impatient. Ordinar- fly I might have agreed with him, but 1 now it seemed to me that l couldn' bear to be shut up in a limousine alone with him for the long hours It would take to drive home at night IT knew that we would inevitably come to a discussion of Anthony NOT l reys and Jim's command that I see no l more of this good friend. And l was { too weak to endure any more. | I wanted to postpone the crisis felt we were approaching. l wash,
 ready for it yet It meant too mucn
 for both of us to be approaehed n, m be faced calm1y-in the light of day 1 and quite without bitterness or the seething emotions felt tonight. well, Anne. what are you moon moon ton that tried to play at being joe l uIarity Answer the question be- | fore the house-isn't riding up in a l luxurious limousine better than hud- ding in the train with the commit ers?''
 l sCommuters don't go back to the I city at this hour,'' I protested, and I'm not dressed very warmly. so even in a limousine I'd be cold, since they don't come neatly Steam-heated hRe l our trains"
 Have it your own way. Women 1 always do in the end, as I'm bound you'd find ou tbefore long. Terry, old chap" said Jim, giving in with 1 little flourish.
 Oh, I can think of worse fates than being henpecked by my sister Anne here,'' began Terry lightly: Then, as I if he just couldn't help it, his voice l took on a serious tone: "And I've
 more than half an idea that Betty's l way would be mine" | "Sure! You've half an idea But 1 you haven't been married very long
 Terry" laughed Jim; aao. 9on,n 1eta get d the t, 1 will be a little different. Do you mind if Terry gives us a lift to the train, Mrs. H. ?''
 'Td mind if he didn't send us be supping with Betty about the time That's right, and we were invited Ito supper also. Mustn't miss out or
 that, because there's no use drag ging a tired girl to a hotel-nor ye1 asking her to get a midnight feast, : said Jim with real thoughtfulness the thoughtfulneS he shows when ever he thinks of it.
 l Terry's goodbye to me warmed the cookies of my heart.
 Sister Anne, the way you've fought for my happiness is about the finest, whitest, most generous thing
 that's ever happened to me! love
 wife in there loves the best woman friend she's ever had. Remember
 we'll always be right there wher
 you want us"
 l I'll Temenfp0r It, l SdIu.
 Then we had to hurry through oul
 supper, the good-byes to the MatroI
 and the Head Nurse and Miss Moss who chung to me like an unshakable
 little vine at parting to dash over the
 roads to the station and finally tt
 embark on the train for the cit!
 without tickets and just as it wa<
 pulling out.
 Look where your stubborness ha:
 landed us!'' fused Jim. I'll bet we
 don't get chairs
 ] tsWho wants chairs for a little ride
 like ours?" I asked. ''The coache:
 are good enough"
 "Oh, are they. Well, I'm through
 with the things that are cheap, bu
 nasty I don't like smelly coache: and I'll warn you now that if that.
 the best we can do you won't sex
 much of me, for I'll ride in tht 1 sIn oker."
 j "I don't nind,',. I said weari1y. T Jim stared at me incredulously fol a moment. I could see that he wal trying to figure out how any woman v-;1 1A o1o ir z