The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-08-26
When 4 Girl Mnrries
why shouldn't I like you ?"
By Ann Idsle.- Copyright 1s1s. by King Features syndi. cate. Inc.)

me on the deIenSlVe! l knew you were clever. No. there isn't any reason why~you shouldn't like me unless you're the type of woman who is going to object to all her husbands old friends and want to staort him over new in her world. I wouldn't try that on with Jimmie if I were you. He has some good pals-and he's a loyal sort"
 "He told me-about your husband" I said gently.
 She smiled serene1y-I think hers must be the way thoroughbreds take their 1osses-and she said: "Yes, Mrs. Harrison-he was with poor Atherton~ when my boy tum- b1ed down behind his own lines in a flaming car. It was your Jimmie
 who wrote it to me-back in the Spring of nineteen-f1fteen. when it wasn't even our war yet hurried across to get my boys body-but left it there, where he had fought so sp1edidly. Did Jimmie tell you that ?' "No-only that he was with your husband-at the last.''
 .tThen I won't tell you any more, Mrs. Harrison. I think we'll let your hero tell you his own war story. He talks about the war to you all the l time, of course?" NO"ndTuIy ever, Iepl60. Betty Bryce looked at me strangely and then she exclaimed:
 t'Why. it was his life for over three years! Oh, forgive me. Mrs. Harri- son. I suppose you keep him from doing it for fear it will hurt too much"
 Suddenly knew that this wasn't so. I had married Jim after a whirl- wind courtship him with out knowing him. I didn't even know him now! The war had been his life for over three years. and was ask ing him to forget his very life and live in a lotus land of love.
 One minute I 1oathed myself. The next I Presented this strange woman, with her beautiful clothes. her as- sured manner. her compelling eyes and the little air of reserve and mystery that hung about her. She talked of everything fearlessly and without questioning whether or not 1 she were intruding-She talked freely of everything but herself. Perhaps you mean to be kind" I said slowly, '@but do you think you need to tell me what a wife and hus- band should talk about? Isn't it merciful to let Jim forget the war for a while?''
 It was abominable of me. but she didn't get angry. She only looked at me with an expression that seem ed almost plying. .,t Mrs. Jimmie, there are some l things you will need to understand 1 if you're going to be happy with your husband. He was a soldier for three years. The war is in his blood. Let
 me tell you''-
 She leaned forward earnestly. ] 1 felt almost frightened as she ex- | claimed:
 Whether Jim likes it or not, I'm | going to tell you some of the things you need to understand. I have seen l those boys
 Then Jim's clear whistle rang over l the lawn. and I saw him whir1ine i the little car about and driving down | the road toward the Summer house | A sudden feeling of relief made me | almost dizzy. I wanted to know l and yet I feared what Betty Bryce | had been ready to say-the things | Jin1s voice stopped:
 | 'I know you girls would hit it of ! when you got to know each other
 What have you been telling little l Anne, Betty"
 Betty Bryce lifted her eyes to his
 with cool inso1ence. We've been talking about the | things women usually talk about l men and things she said lightly. And never once on our trip did i | occur to me to explain to Jim thai
 what she had said was not the truth I-queer that there should be a se- 1 scret between Betty Bryce and me. i z My boy and I spent wonderful
 afternoon at the great Aviation Field
 We were happy together, but ever at fho r1 O.
 which rose wf1irring above us. like
 giant birds. I couldn't forget the | warning in Betty Bryces eyes-fr | her tense voice. What was it she felt that I had such grave need oi
 knowing?
 CHAPTER VII.
 Set back from a white paved i cross roads corner in the hear
 of Long Island there is place called Flower Dew Inn.
 The name sounds as if the place
 were a little garden spot, white ! red awninged and set in green
 award. In reality it's a great ram bling structure of lemon co1oret frame with porches and chimney of red brick tackled on at random. Three boys preside over the gray eIled entrance and gracfously gran you permSS1On to pdfk your Cal somewhere in the barren brow1 | courtyard that blossoms only witt
 automobiles and their shining
 nickel and enamel. Flower Dew
 Inn is the gayest place on tn
 island.
 Feverishly. laughing like a chil'
 playing hockey from school, Jin turned in at the entrance. The hal
 was crowded with people svaitin,
 for places in the great, hrick-pil
 Jared, brick f1oored dining room
 The place looked avaricious ant
 co1d-I wondered how Jim could af | ford to bring me there.
 Just ahead of us stood a part.
 of four. There were two men il blue serge coats and white flannel
 that looked as if they might COS more than the suits of editors o
 Haldane's wore down to the office The women were in billowy cbiffon : and picturesque, floppy hats. I~1 ~1JV~