The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-06-25
When 4 Girl
 MOrries
(Continued)
By ANN LESLIE.


 You think I'm spying on you Yor think I'm jealous of that little grain of dust-of my poor Rates sister!' l cried No, Jim, it wasn't a doubt of my boy that brought me to him. It was something entirely different '
 Yes? What?'' demanded Jim categorica1ly.
 I thought quickly. This was neither the occasion nor the setting for a clean breast about my suspicious of Daisy and the ring.
 ''I came to tell you that we've just taken it upon ourselves to stand sponsor for the chdld," said. When had her in Toms new studio the other day he offered to put her in my charge. He needs some one he can trust, so he'll be free to stay at his downtown shop. And he waived bond on my assurance that we'd be responsible for her."
 NOh, he did?" said Jim tartly. /. And about next week I suppose you'll be going bond for your other friend of olden days to the tune of Anne You're so darn rash and care lss these days. Almost extravagant, l call it."
 I threw back my head and laughed heartedly and unaffectedly.
 EXtravagant2 I? Why, Jimmie boy, you've always leased me about being such a little tishtwad- And If I take a little gamble on old
  bling on cards and horses ?''
 Jim didn't condescend to answer. He turned to his desk and swung round with sheaf of papers in his hand
 "Fn not call you tightwad again in a hurry, worse luck,'' he mum bled' funibing among the papers and thrusting certain ones at me vim Wickham's, one from the shoe place and another from the garage where you're willing to have your car eat its head off in storage because you're on horseback
 His voice trailed off. I felt as if Jim had dealt me a blow.
 CHAPTER COCK
 To take on myself the responsibility for Daisy's gravely responsible posi- hon with Tom Mason was one thing. To face the actual fact that I had sponsored a girl whom I felt to be a thief and had endangered the posses sions of Jim's friend was another
 This came to me with growing force all through the morning after Daisy had gone to take charge of Toms an dque shop. My warrant of Daisy's honesty was dishonest I was play ing fairy -godmother at Toms ex- pense. The ethics of what had done seemed questionable to me as I thought it all over.
 One thing was clear, however. If had it to do over I'd have to do the same thing
 I put in a miserable morning and started off in a pretty unhappy mind after lunch to call flor Uncle Neil and Aunt Mollie. Driving the car wasn't a pleasant process, but for their SakeS l felt I must do it. In a traffic block, as my car stood still waiting for a side street to empty itself across the avenue, my atten- ton was attracted from idle staring to half-awak ened but eager interest. On the curb, waiting like me, stood a girl dressed in black, unnoticeable but for the uneasy way she was watching me out of the corner of her eye and trying to hide something or some one from my notice. Naturally, as soon as I became aware of that I focused my attention on the girl and tried to place her. In a moment or wo I realized that the girl who was watching me so she wasn't watching me at all was Bertha, my ex-maid. On the inner side of the walk, instead of the out side, where he would naturally be, stood a man. He was slight, slim, 1 pale and stoop-shouldered, and wore a broad-visored cap pulled down so its shadow made his features an in become conscious of Bertha'S at tempts to block him from view. At once he turned and stared past her 1 eyes narrowed and squintinE. ! For one second we focused on each | other Then traffic moved, but with | out Bertha'S ever acknowl edging that | there was some one near to whom she | should have bowed.
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