The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-06-20
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By ANN LESLIE.

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 squeezfns; her hand ma and hoping -sII, she wouldn't mind my dragging in q third without consulting her. But we aren't going to be all by our lone somes. Do you mind?"
 'fWhy, mo-" said Carlotta politely, but with no great show or interest. Any one you want is sure to be wei come.''
 q knew I could count on you to be polite and a good sport. too,' man, and he's sure of a welcome Of his own wherever he goes-it's dear old Tony
 In the moment before Tony had finished greeting me and had turned to Cariotta I got a queer impression that she started and paled under her crimsoned cheeks But by the time I turned to address her, CarlOtta was just herself aSain-a little bambOy- ant a -trifIe overhearty, but warmly sincere for all that
 Have you time to let me whisk you up the road for cool hour or two at the inn out on the river bank?'' asked Tony
 'ePIease-pIease don't jet me keep you, but don't think I'll be able to go- I've just remembered an aP- pointment.' cried Carlotta. with more uneasiness than I'd ever seen
 "oh, but that's great disappoint-
 
 his words fairly overlaDped my pro- testing:
 'I'u eat at hot-dog wagon, Car 1otta, before I'll permit myself to be separated from you.''
 Do you really want me?" she asked, turning from one to the other of us like a pleased child.
 Of course we insisted, touched by the simple, UnaSSuminS way in which Carlotta would have endured broken engagement rather than be in the way But as we drove out toward U-e river ! wondered a little.
 CarlOrta isn't the self-effacing sort nor yet the oyer-SeuSitive type who always fancy themselves de trOp. Was there something on her mind today which she'd been particularly anx- ious to discuss with me? It might even concern Pat. l grew a little un- easy as I conjectured up situations And in the midst of my silence I no ticed how hentIy Tony was talking. way his best friends did And she was fairly hanging on his words with the most fattering attention.
 It wasn't till lunch was almost over that understanding came to me - then all the little things that had puzzled me for the last hour became i suddenly clear.
 NO, I don't see much Of Pat DaI- l ton any more,' she was saying. Hes 1 on his feet nOw-dOesn't need my i friendship as he did. And the busi- | ness is right in his handS-that l doesn't need my supervision as it 1 did-''
 I4~You sound wistfuI," Tony replied. Surely you don't think you could ever be useless or forgotten. There would always be a place for any one of your deep sympathies anywhere"
 ''One can S easily intrude.' re- piled Cariotta. and her voice was wistful indeed ''But I'm grateful for what you've been saying. Coming from so loyal Q friend of Anne'S 1t means more than I can tell yOu.''
 And then. like q flash, some words of Carlotta's came back to me. Grim little, sad little words cOnfessing that there was a man-a man she could love and idealiZe, but that she had no right to try to win him and that he didn't know she was on earth. because there was another woman his attention. Something in her intent eyes made me feel that Anthony Norreys was the man-HER MAN to CarlOtta.
 But who was the other woman. the woman who needed Tony? i.