The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-06-17
When 4 Girl
 MQrries
By ANN LESLIE.
(COntinued)

And then the sight of Jim's gray, grieved face stopped me
 "Oh, JimmieL'' I cried, Jimmie, my boy! I'd go to dinner with a ghost if you wanted me to and it meant anything to your career"
 At my shame-faced, hang-dog air and the contrition too great to permit me to try to make it up with cajolins and caresses, Jim burst out laughing and our quarrel cleared the atmos- phere beautifully
 But of late Jim and I have been near the verge of ugly recriminations and scenes over and over again-and all about nothing. As l dressed pondered: Are Jim and l working toward the state of getting on each others nerves? That hasn't even the splendor of big passions like jealousy and family feuds- It is cheap and unworthy. But here it is-the ques- tion demanding an answer:
 Are Jim and I really getting on each others nerves? Do we irri- tate each other? Is the love and glory of our marriage going to be snuged out by tremendous trifleS? Is our love to turn into gray thing of bearing and fOrbearing- putting up with each other?
 Oh. never-never! Rather a trag- cdy than that
 CHAPTER CCCIV.
 When we sauntered into Vars living room at the end of q sumptu-  self to convince myself that it was all real.
 Val and Lane had two other guests besides us. They had been introduc- ed as MT. and Mrs. Pettingill, a name which fitted them well enough. But all through dinner Uncle Ned" and Aunt Mollie,'' and once or twice I had pulled myself up on the verge formal way. They seemed like old friends to me But never did two people seem more inconSruous than they as the Uncle and Aunt of exotic, creamy-voiced, provocative Val
 Uncle Ned-tO give him the title that just seemed to fit - is a tall, rangy, gray-haired man with big hands and big feet that shuffle a walks He wore d formal frock coat of the sort Henry Clay affected over half a century ago, a boiled shirt" with low collar under it, a ready made bow tie and a sweeping white moUstache that seems part of his costume. He kept stroking it with knotted, veined old hands guiltless of acquaintance with any manicure, past or present
 At first glance Uncle Ned seemed like Q, carcicature of a Civil War vet cran. But his rugged shoulders, his clear skin and. above all, the keenest blueSt eyes I've ever seen make him a personality. He breathes power and ruSgeddness, and he has an air
  listen when his drawing voice rolls out with it's slow air of finality.
 Aunt Mo1lie is a dear little old lady. with apple cheeks, little brown beads for eyes, and thick, gray hair parted in the middle and crowning her head in neat braids-
 Her figure is scant across the chest and rolled out a bit under her waist of brown shot silk. She wore a round collar of tatting, a large pink cameo to fasten it and a black velvet ribbon clasp in amethystS on each of her round, pretty white wrists.
 Severe Eold-rimmed spectacles that would slide down from her little fine nose as she worked, and bag from which she kept dropping the gray wool she was knitting into socks even at dinner, completed my inventory of the dearest little old lady l had ever senn.
 Val seemed to adore the old couple, and they treated her as if she were the apple of their eye And yet they were precisely the sort of people whom I would have imagined holding up their hands in Puritanical horror at Vars bizarre costumes and exotic manner. BuE she and they were clearly on a basis of complete under standing and affection almost more
 I couldn't make it out. What un- der the sun could this amazing old pair see in Val Cosby? Didn't they disa pprove of her? They are clearly 
 country. Don't they know the story of the way Val lured Lane from his pcor crazy first wife, Lore ta?
 A question from Aunt MolHe prom iscd an answer to one of mine ere long
 Miss Harrison said she, tour Val te|s me that you aip"t from d big Ci , either It's wonderful how you tx girls have got on to city ways Y got here first, though Are you rt careful what folks you let our Y meet2"
 nc little apple-cheeked old lady 1v neernc at me intently shrewdly Q. sr her. glasses And out of the tai! of my eye I could see her husband watching her with admirinS approval ! as he sat tilted back in the sheraton chair. smoking with an accustomed fi~ the sort of cigar which comes wrapped in silver foil and doesn come less than "wo for q dollar
 (To Be ContinuedD
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