The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-07-11
When A GirZ
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By ANN LESLIE.
(Continued1 CHAPTFyR CNxJ

CHAPTER CCCXX.
 E- can't. take the Harrison place { UHhlS1ne where I'm going" said Pat, { and with the terror that brought to For he drove me politely home and stood on the curb with head uncoy- sred, bidding me a formal farewell I thanks for my lunch and drive.
 "As said. I'll be North for 1 week settling up some affairs, and i before taking my long journey. Please talk it over with Jim and save me the deciding of what to do ] wfth the old place. It's plain as my hand that Jeanie won't have it. But no Harrison can pay me for the old : homestead So, if Jim won't have it, e1fher. it might do as my gift to Neal and Phoebe on their wedding day"
 Keep 1t in your own name" J cried, in voice struggled to make low, and calm 'rWe'd all rather it ! yozLre one o1 us. It binds you to ! us.''
 Pat ran his hand nervously across his gray hair in the old familiar way and. flung up his head as he lifted his hat high in the gesture of farewell preparatoryr to putting it on again.
 binds me to you all-you liar . rfsonsss he said lightly, but with an undercurrent of bitterness. That's just what we can't have-what we can't have, Sister Anne. No, I'll trans L. l
 The taxi swallowed him up, and i was1eft on the curb, gazing after him ? in fear and he1plessness. In another moment had hurried into the build : ing and up to my apartment, where called Jim over the telephone. I fully intended to offer to call for him in Ln4y little car, in spite of the pain which running it caused my sprained ankle But I didn't care how I got i Jim home-the point was to get him here at once. I felt a terrible need of him and his strength to lean on.
 Jim, however, had left the office half an hour before.
 "Is he coming back?'' I asked.
 .'I couldn't say,'' replied the opera tor '1,n let you speak to Miss New ins, his secretary
 Miss Nevins, this is Mrs. Harri- . son. said a minute later. Did Mir Harrison leave any word?"
 ..No, Mrs. Harrsion,' replied Miss Nevins, with smooth suavity which made me wonder if she thought I was spying on my husband "He left no word
 -Do you know where he went?" I persisted, almost in spite of myself
 I'm sorry, but he didn't say.'
 sNThe operator said it was about half an hour ago. Do you know if he's coming home or gone to keep business appointment? ?'
 '.Im sorry, but I can't say"
 As Miss Nevins repeated her for mQlaL l wanted to Screan-anylnlHS to ruffIe the indifferent repose that was so unaware of my terrible need
 As I hung up the receiver a wave of help1eSSnesS swept over me- How completely shut out was from JIn's life after all Miss NeVinS might know of his plans and still think it for his best interests not to tell me over an open wire. She knows more of his work than @do-
 After a. minute I managed to laugh ~+ T1ff cnnCRIVa jealous of Miss Nevins, a tall, angular person of about forty, to whom in sVestments and reports thereon are far more precious than any of the soft, feminine things that make women al luring But I can't help being jealous of the community of interest that binds this spectacled spinster to Jim and make her judge it best to shut me out And just when l need him so much
 With feeling hah-helplessness, half-hysteria, I ripped off my hat and dress and flung myself down on the chaise tongue But l couldnt re lax. Many things whirfed through my mind Pat and fears I enter tained for him. Daisy and my strug- gle to help her.-Jirn~ my growing need for me must have dozed off just about as T got to the utternost depths of theEblues, for butterfly wing brushing my forehead seefleu t0 see Jim grinning at me adorably Then all in a flash I was wide awake -remembering- I leaped to my feet and caught him to me desperateiy-
 @eFve needed you sol" cried
 Looks like it." laughed Jim catching my arms from about his neck and drawing them around where we could kiss each other in turn. ..Consuned by your longing for me, you went peacefully to sleep, didn't you pussy?
 ! stWorn out by it, replied with a You darlfng!" cried Jim, finging himself down on the couch and draw ing me close.
 But I pushed him away and in a 2 torrent of words blurted out my con { versation with Pat Of the fears 1t ;, had given rise to in my brain said no word. I was determined to have e Jirrl's opinion unco1ored by any sug- E gestion from me
 When had quite finished Jim look $ ed at me Strange Then he got up 2 and stood staring at me thoughtfuiIy- After a. minute he said queer s thing.
 Are you sure you've told it all to me without any reservation, Anne :? E Are you sure you want me to handle [ this2 Have you given me the whole q story every bit of it? Think well, , dear. Are you sure you trust me { fully and entirely? Do you need me, dear?"
 To Be Continued.