The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-08-23
News Is Welcome
When 4 Girl MUrries
By Ann Lisie.
Copyright 1918, by King Features Syndi- cate, Incl

every tiny piece of knowledge I get about my wonderful boy seems inn portant because it brings me closer to him.
 We have started out with nothing to help us on our voyage across un- known seas except love-wonderful, glowing love. And I must keep it glowing. Somehow I feel that when loves beacon light goes out it is be- cause the woman has failed to keep it burning. l won't fail-God helping me, Jim. I shall still have our joy of each other even when we're old and all the pulsing sweetness of today is only a memory.
 I wonder if all honeymoon times are as fragrant and as lovely as mine is. I think I knew I belonged to Jim the very day l saw him first. but I '.Sver dreamed how completely I was his-his to make happy Or sad, his to make thrill and Itrem ble- until today-today, when the first tiny fear is creeping into my heart.
 It is very tiny fear and it isn't outside anywhere in the world-just in my foolish brain. I won't let it grow there. Happiness like ours can last-it need not, it shall not, spend itself and end as the cynics say.
 My boy is tender and considerate- everything I ever dreamed a man could be. Gentle and strong at once the sort of husband who says May I?" to his wife, while she says to her own soul He will"
 l Anne Harrison is only half an hour from New York, but she is half a world away from Barbara Lee and Haldane's Magazine! We decided
  Falls or Washington, so Jim hired little car and we motored down to the quaint. old fashioned inn on Long Island.
 We take our little fairy wagon" and hunt out rass-paved byways, between the hedges of green and white, or narrow, little lanlj along gentle lakes and bays where every ripple beckons us to come and to find out the secret of it's quiet hap piness. And sometimes my chauffeur E drives for a while with one hand and holds me close and kisses me. And l never say, Home, James!' when he does this, for home is where my James is.
 Four days of dreams come true I've had three and nothing can ever take them away from me. A quaint little chamber with white wood work and narrow, dull mahogany four poster beds; and little chintz covers sprinkled with bluebirds and chaf- fincness in old fashioned garden and candles to light us to sleep when the electricity goes off at twelve. It has been perfect-four days right out of the blue of heaven. Jims arms about me-Jim holding me close the world shut out. Why can't it always stay this way? Are men rest less? Do they tire of what is too surely theirs?
 Tonight Jim insisted that any properly indulgent bridegroom ought to give his little sweetheart-dear one glimpse of giddy society. and so he would take me to the wonderful up stairs dining room. I wish we hadn't gone-I wish, almost we had never even come to this lovely little manor house. l was so happy this afternoon Il wonder if l was too happy? We had a little corner table and | my boy ordered such a just-right din ner. CantaIoupe and chicken en cas- serole, with fresh garden vegetables | and hearts of lettuce with Russian | dressing, and strawberry shortcake. was happy right straight through the I chicken and peas, and carrots and | beans-happy right up to the let | tuce hearts.
 Suddenly two women came to nearby table-one was Shad owy | little creature I could hardly pick l out from her background. The other l was a tall, stately woman in a loose coat of jade green. She flung it i back across her chair, and her dress | was of silver satin. but the little | hat set on her shining black hair was jade green. She was the most stun l ming. self possessed woman I have ever seen.
 In a restaurant where she was the only woman without a mascu- | line escort she received more re- spectful attention from walters and ca ptains than some of the women wh ose escorts looked like the solid structures on Wall street, of which | she probably owned a part. It seem ed to me that Jim studied her fra ther l anXiously.
 Just as the strawberry shortcake
 stage Jim exclaimed:
 Well, who'd know her in tha
 get-up. But I'll wager it's Bett,
 Bryce!"
 Do you want to go over and
 speak to her. dear?'' I asked, trying
 not to feel that the question was
 momentous.
 i NO; if she wanted me she'd send
 for me. And we're sure to meet
 again. I never like to intrude on
 Betty-unIess 1 feel she wants me-" Who is she Jim ?'
 Her beauty, her self-possession
 Jinl's awe set my heart to thudding
 strangely. IL seemed to me vita
 that 1 should kEow who this beau
 tiful woman was. l heard my voice
 rise an eager note as I ques-
 toned my husband.
 1 Careful. dear they're rather
 close. l wouldn't want to have her hear me discussing her."
 l felt rebuffed-and more curious than ever. I couldn't finish the res
 of my wonderful shortcake. couldn't keep myself from turning
 to look at the beautiful woman l