The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-11-26
Whes A GirL
 MOrries
By ANN LESLIE.
CHAPTER 42O.


 Jerking the door open I sailed into Jim'S offices and started to cross the ante-room toward the oig open space the right where the office workers gre located. As I got to the swing mg opening in the mahogany rail, crisp young voice interrupted me and a freckled, impudent young face peer ed around at me reinforcing the de- nland:
 ''Whoja wanta see, lady?"
 I started at him haughtily and took another step. Then the young watch dog leaped out from behind shmness of the twisted little figure until the youngster ran to lay a de- taining hand on my arm-
 Can't go in there. lady. Gotta tell me your business and I'll getta line on whoya wanta sec"
 'I am Mrs. Harrison I said gent ly, my irritation melting before the warmth of my pity for this crippled youngster who was trying to do his duty he saw it.
 Can't help whoya are. Can't let cha go beyond the railing into our private concerns replied the boy sternly, his thin little hand still on my sleeve.
 'iThis is my husbands office. I'll have to ask you to take your hand off my arm,, I replied picking my words carefully. am Mrs. Harr1- son." as I told you"
 
 something like dog-lil1e devotion tStraining his eyes.
 '.Please, lady," he said, "orders is sorders. I gotta ask Her. Maybe I can take you to Herself. Cmon- . Then with amazing agility he osprang around the desk, stumbled through the opening in the rail and ed me straight to the door of Jim's
 ny puzzled astonishment he flung Toen the door with a funny little air Il, gallantry and announced:
 Lady who says she's Mrs. Harri-
 )n."
 In Jinn's chair, at Jim's desk, sat
 ome papers. At the sound of the foy1sh voice she looked up. l aught a glimpse of a face of rather stern and austere beauty, warming 1 under a caressing smile. It flashed across her face and was gone as the door closed and she rose with quiet composure to greet me.
 Miss Storrs, of course?'' I said as I held out 6 hand. which she gripped for a quick second.
 Then, waving me to a chair-the i. at my husbands desk saying in a low voice, with just the suggestion of lisp:
 Then you don't question that I am Mrs. HarriSon?' Sa1d, StrlVlnS for a friendly note.
 s-I have seen you often,'' replied the other woman, with a composure which didn't warm to friendliness- - For a second we measured each other. She at my husbands desk. I in the chair where outsiders-clients were supposed to sit.
 The woman in Jim'S chair was His description, 'tGoddess of Liberty, had suggested to me capable middle | age. She was beautiful, too. Smooth | brown hair rippled away from a broad | low forehead. A full nose was chis- | eIled between dark brows. which ta- | pered smoothly beyond the corners i of wide, steady gray eyes.
 Miss Storrs had a clear Greek type | of beauty Placid like Juno or Ceres l but with full, pouting lips, the upper | of which protruded a bit, eyer tr, wnI1et n1net l human note in her beautiful, but un- l revealing face.
 s.I'm glad you've seen me before. | Tn boy made me feel so utterly un- known in my husbands office, said | at last, after moment of enduring | a passive scrutiny I fancied was | making as stern an inventory as my |
 .I've told Oliver to be careful she said suavely. but unapologetically.
 And insuIting?" asked hotly, but the anger was for her and not for the little lame lad, so I recovered my self promptly and tried to make smsnds to the the absent sent boy. con Hes sss that And during his absence such loyalty is a thing to appreciate, not to xr1dcize.''
 Storrs, and though the answer seemed complete in itself 1t held some sug- gestion of the reserve I was not sue ceeding in penetrating.
 ssMiss StorTS, I came to discuss a business matter with you" I began, rushing toward the need for settling things about the check.
 The telephone on Jim's desk inter rupted With a brief word of apol- ogy Miss Storrs took down the re- ceiver with an air of custom that ga1led me.
 Why couldn't I be in charge here, even as Mrs. Warden had fancied might be? And If some outsider was needed, why not woman Of oIde. woman? My thoughts were interrupted in turn, for Miss Storrs held out the telephone receiver to me with an air of amazement which seemed to have a tinge of annoyance
 'It's for you, Mrs. Harrison" she said. came Pats unexpected voice over the wire. And since you're so conven- ient1y near by and I've something I d be discussing with you at once, at once-wi1l you favor me by running down to my humble office?"
 "Pat! How under the sun did you know I was here?" jerbed out.
 "A little bird, meaning no offence nor compliment to the lady, te1ephon- ed me- Ostensibly she wanted to see about getting an apartment. But as a matter of fact. I think she wanted to discuss my sister-in-law with me. It was Mrs. Warden Then turning to Miss Storrs with feeling of chagrin:
 s'I hope you'll be free later on this morning. I'm compelled to hurry 1 down to my broth CTS office at once. But it's right in the building and I don't want to be completely sidetracl- ed from the business I came in to talk over with you.'
 ''Pll make tine-even if I'm busy" oid Miss StOT-YS a shade s1aUe1y l