The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-12-03
When 4 Girl
 Morries
By ANN LASIE.

"Ba.bbsie's fatheri' Neal cried. How could y7ou have brought him back from the Northwest with you? lhabbsie's father was killed in Q rail- road wreck years ago-years before you married my nnoaher-years be-
 'So we thought" corrected Father Andrew, gently.
 ''So you thought?' 2 pleaded Neal. tSo you thought? Didn't you know? Did you take a ck>rce? Did you let 'this@ e 'S " o
 He broke off abruptly and stared at us with bright, sharned eyes. .'I'ai5 talking ike a rabbis Guess the me to the yellow stIeak I'm count ling on you both to forget"
 i. Then Neal caught Father Andrews hand in both of his and smiled at me ibravely as he went on:
 Isn't there some mistake? Are you dead sure? You see, you were Edead sure once that he'd passed, out. little mother. Dad"
 ''Tbe man Is Lucius. known as Lucky Lee. son. There's no possi- facts to prove it," replied Father An drew firmly.
 Neal swallowed hard once or twice After a moment or two fhe jerked out:
 Poor old Babbs-no fun having a new father foGsted on you overnight when you've always given daugh- .FSE s lOVe to C1le DSt5C Odu on This hits you pretty hard, Sis. Is he the sort to make you aahamed?"
 Father Andrews eyes pleaded with me, so I gave Neal smile for smile as T said:
 ''1t isn't much fun-but Dad Lees all right, Never mind. It's of you we're both thinking: Neal darlEng,' always are thinking of me. But my end of ifs all right Pm not as vel low and whimpering as indicated q I%n D1,o% fz Eabbs: Don't try any kind of fibs on mo, Sis. What sort of man Is this father of yours? watt see, He That tells the story. I can figure out the kind of citizen who'd play dead all these years. Now, who does he graft? That's what can't figure"
 You've got 1t wrong, lad" pro- tested Father Andrew. Our Babbsie's poor old father dyd a real unselfish thing when he disappeared in that railroad wreck. He wanted his wife and child to have his insurance money, seeing that would take care of them
 "Couldn't!" shifted Neal. Has he come back to make up, for 1t by taking care of Babbsae now?'
 Father Andrew hurried on severely:
 He knew of my Martha's marriage and he kept still. You can figure for yourself the poor fellow didn't get @ mite of enjoyment out of skullking and never peeped because he saw was making out to give Martha love and comfort Strikes me that was kinda heroic"
 "An right. Granted" conceded Neal And now what? Why's he fahep8ood he one once found dkH too up nuoh aa of 2 job? Has he struck it rich? Is he bringing Babbs fortune just when et she oan Tav use to eoD this lao aparteat uGh wouldn't be getting out of the family. This brings me back to my offer. Why can't you call off this deal and let the place to Phoebe and nae?"
 But even as he said this Neal hauled hin1seTf up short and stared at us with frightened eyes which widened
 "Phoebe!1 he impiored. .'This-I changes things-doesn't it? This is what you meant, Babbs, when you you'd to1d''-
 Tt is what meant" I agreed gravely.
 Neal considered for a moment laughed with @ note of triumph.
 ''Phoebe's going to stick. I know got to relate ssn't easy telling or easy hearing. Bua she isn't going to quit. There's no wrong or disgrace to the whole nasty mess Our little mother was hoodwinked. Our blessed Father Andrew was hoodkinwed too. But no dirty blaclSrnailer can come back af- ter ell these years and hold a club
 ''You're speaking of our Bebbsie's father. son. protested Father An drew gravely.
 does he see hge @ father2" demand ed Neal.
 Under Father Andrews pleading, demanding eyes, could only reply:
 Dad Lee isn't very important to me one way or the other, Neal. F'a- ther Andrews always going to seem like my father. Bua you don't have 10 get upset because have a poor
 "H's all right then? You aren't going to keep him dark-or swear me to secrecy or anything?" cried Neal T thought maybe I'd have to stalling along just when I'd made all gets her say-so, and I'm Telling you it will os to stick. Of course I ean,t may not think I'm desirable hus- band for my little girl. But before we go into it win them, it's O. K. for me to talk it over with my little gdrl isn't it ?"
 ''Yes, you've a mans right to tnlls 1t over with your little sweetheart first" agreed Father Andrew.
 And if it's too much for her. I suggested tinid1y, ''be patient. Don't let 1t hurt you too much, Nea1ie. Re member she's only g. little gir1-a chi1d.'
 My, Phoebe will stick: You can The thing we have to dope out is what are We going to tell the world. you want your father to come and live with you, Bebbs ?"
 CTo Be Continued)
 LANDoN ENTERED
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