The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-09-30
When A Girl Mnrries
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Copyright m by King Feature
BY Ann Ldsie.

anything that Neal had said was car.
rying him back to those wonderful
days gone. by when he had been
'fFearless jim of the Flying Corps
But I had pledged myself to si-
lence. 1 had vowed $50 long as l
live I shall not ask about the secret
me out" And so in silence made
the tomato sauce for the fish and got
the rice croquettes ready, and lost
| all appetite for my own cooRlng 2,
he were amputating their peeAngs
and attacked the lettuce in fash
| ion that suggested he was dlssectlng
| it.
| At last there came the click of the
lock, and Jim broke the stiffness in
most unfiattering relief:
| There's the boy now. What time
did you tell Phoebe to be here ?"
"Seven thirty began :,
Then Phoebe's soft little voice call
*"Hello, Babbsie!' Meals name for
| me.
/ I saw Jim's lips tighten and hold
to a grim line for second But In
| another instant Phoebe had fiuttered
out in response to my welcoming call
and was kissing me shyly, with one
hand held in inns s as she as. sauf fir,
was neither remote nor stern now
but all tenderness.
When We marched into the living
room a minute ldLeT, edCu lduSii
with one dish for the table, Neal was
lettering back and forth on his heels,
with his hands in his pockets and a
boyish grin on his face that suggest
ed he was for the time at least fully
!; at peace with the world.
, He came forward with eager ex-
! plantations. My impudent Neal lex
: planning" forsooth-he whose motto
never apologize, never retract. Get
I the thing done and let 'em howl
But now he said:
/ Wasn't it funny how Phoebe and
I just happened to meet at the cor
ner?"
= "Of course, he just happened te
be walking toward the avenue" add
ed Phoebe roguishly.
4 twitch at the dear, delicious young
. ness of it all. Jim slipped his arm
2 about Phoebe and she nestled III
t against him as if happily surprised
at his sudden air of protection.
= That gentle, tender sweetness o.
Jim for his little sister lasted wei
= through dinner and the little rogue
teased him about it.
|, my Jimmie is nice to me nov
: that Wee isn't here-isn't he, Babb
t sic - she said brandishing a leaf o
romaine at him in challenge to b.
t other than mice" to her.
n Don't call Anne by that name,
k ordered Jim.
a "Why not? Neal does" asked Pho
be, and 1 saw both my boys vince
:. but before either of them had bee1
forced to a defense of his position
: the girl went on, 81 feel special.
S happy tonight, im-because-Bab-
Z Anne was so sweet to me, and aske,
: me over here the instant 1 had lie
$ it pop out that Wee and Mrs. Bryc
u had left me alone. I just feel as
Z Anne were mry realy-truly sister to
niSht-more than Wee even.'
Sweetheart" murmured jim
squeezing my hand under the able
, Neal sat watching Phoebe intent
ly. He was scarcely eating anything
IL His eyes seldom left her face. On
: might have said that he was learnin
Y, it by heart-as if he were never t
y see it again. And the little rogu
d shed her occurrences and laughed an
- dimpled, and took her brothers ten
y derness and my brothers intentnes
II as a matter of course. Poor littl
- starved baby, she got little enough c
,o such tribute-when Virginia wa
y, "a near to keep her in the background
~ Now you two children smok
~, while the ladies wash the dishe
" neatly" ordered the child with yer
- grand air when dinner was over
~ "Righto! I've a word or two fc
- Neal, anyway" agreed Jim.
FL We had a merry time with tt
~ clearing up. Phoebe trilled like
~ little Spring sun, and kept dartir
;, over to hug me. But when II
- task was finished and we went I'M