The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-09-12
When 4 Girl
 MUrries
CHATTER nmd
By ANN LESLIE

Neal carried Father Andrew off to stay with him in his wee apartment. I didn't protest for two reasons. eith- or of which alone would have suffic- room- And anyway. Neal wanted his | dad with him. and it is the boys right to have this wish gratifed.
 The fact that Father Andrew isn't | staying with me made me wonder just how I'd succeed in getting a talk | alone with him. For a whole day | I saw him only in the family group, and the certainty that there was something queer-sinister even about the trip to Canada, grew on me.
 On the second morning of his stay, a telegram came addresser to -'Mr. Andrew Hyland, care of Mrs. James H. Harrison The fact that Father l Andrew had a telegram sent to my | apartment instead of to Meals made me more uneasy than ever. I wait ed till Jim had gone to the bathroom to shave, then I called NeaPs apart ment and told my young brother that I was in a sentimental mood and | wanted to say good-morning to F'ath- | CT Andrew was expecting a telegram scarcely understood why I'd fbbed | to Neal. For the moment my sub- conscious mind had taken the helm and had directed me to act in a way I'd never have done deliberately.
 Both Jim and Neal knew that E'ath- CT Andrew was xpecting a. telegram So why should I make all this mys- tery about it?
 'tGood morning. my Babbsie girl" came Father Andrews voice, with its deep ring of affection. At the mere sound of it I was treasured, and l reported the arrival of the telegram in a completely matter-of-fact way. Then, greatly to my astonishment Father Andrew took his turn to be agitated:
 You didn't open the message, did you?'' he asked nervously
 of course not, dear" I answered and for the first time in my life I felt hurt at the dear man who was the realest father I've ever known.
 That's right-that's right. As to call for it, was the neztt-astonish- ing bit of the queer mosaic Father Andrew was constructing under my eyes.
 I've a better i1ea," I answered. hoping I could nuke him show me the pattern of that mosaic and show car and bring the telegram to you. Then if you like we might have a drive. Why shouldn't a girl have one
 cosy little heart-to-heart chat witf | the dearest father on earth ?''
 Why not ?" echoed Father Andrew
 with a queer blank note in his voice
 Then he added: Meals shouting fo
 his breakfast partner I'll look fo
 
 This, I guessed, meant: Neal vii
 be out of the way in an hour. Don
 come while he's here.'' So I sai'
 goodbye and turned from the phone
 struggling with new element of tn
 puzzle I couldn't help making out c
 Father Andrews trip.
 Why should Father Andrw be a
 such great pains to conceal his plan from Neal? What connection coul
 there be between Neal and Fathe IS Andrews trip to Canada? For. in frHfA r11A n his concerns were woven into the pat Q tern of all that was puzzling me. ri Well, there's this to be said,'' e told myself an hour later as I drov , my little car up in front of the apart
 ment house where Neal had hi , 'Fbachelor diggings." If Father An n drew has a mystery mission, he
 he isn't. And if he isn't, I might a
 well decide that that book stays ii
 the library and that can't see any |. thing but the pretty cover. So that = that, Barbara AnneI"
 ,e Then another impulse from m sulb-consciousness prompted me- jerk n ing me back like an invisible han y, and sending me back when I'd al e- ready put my finger on the bell Au 70 tomatica11y I went over to the gir ii at the switchboard and asked her t
 announce me.
 asked.
 d I've something to attend to first Il I said, hastily, and rushed out t l. For fifteen minutes I drove abou IS aimlessly- Then I went into a drug al store booth and called Nears apart
 ment. I made up my mind that i d he answered I'd merely hand u l. the receiver. but when I hear d Father Andrews voice I broke ou Ie with blushing account of wha s, I'd done in order-of all things O d earth-to avoid my darling Neal. s That was splendid of you, deal
 seemed seem to % warrant. "f ne always echH,9 Ine1
 I could count on my girls goo - judgment. Come around for you B Anne. We have important things t H discuss this morning." Then h A added, nervously.' You have tn H telegram?''
 E stale,' I laughed.
 & Come right up to the apartmer E where we can be alone" E 'I have the car - H That won't do. Your chauffeu IT .I don't mean the 1imousine" & interrupted in turn. I'm drivin F. my little. car this morning and
 run that myself, you know" Two carsi'' said Father Andrew
 in a, tone of satisfaction astonishin
 in one so simple and free from a Is mercenary ideas. Two cars, Tha & means Jim has made good. Perhap E he could help me-perhaps he coul & that. It wouldn't help. Forgive m H for talking to myself. Barbar H Anne. and hurry around After al # everything depends on the telegra IT E and I musn't be a coward about M f11a