The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-06-14
When 4 GirZ
 MOrrieS
By ANN LISLE
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 Saiu, after lunch, when I piloted Daisy into Q smart shop where l thought we could find a good-ioOking, ready-to-wear blue crepe de chine, l sations and the situation as well Shopping is a. panacea for all ills with some women has always been a bugbear to me But the magic ef- feet Of the right colors and the right lines on Daisy gave me a feeling of power which my own ability to spend money and bring this change to pass augmented delightfully."-.
 where we had selected not only the blue dress, but a. pretty blue hat faced in white-we passed a counter where there was a display of enamel with little enamel slides to match. A pretty blue one with a butterfly in gold and rose caught my eye.
 '-One of these would just set off your dress" I said enthusiastically. '-rhe lighter blue and the hint of vivid co1oring is just Vshat you need. Let's select one"
 'sNlo, thank you" said Daisy, almost done so much for me that I couldn't look myself in the face if I grafted any more today, But besides that hate any jewelry but the best.''
 The brazenness of it stunned me didn't seem to be succeeding in my scheme of filling Daisy with shame and loathfRs for what she had done
 Have you heard from Carl 7" she asked. as we strolled down the avenue together:
 nrinded1y, rsucf1iT4s my brain to think how to fin in the rest of the after noon.
 Daisy had been as easy to fit as to please. and her dress was purchased in the first shop we visited. Now there was an hour or so must dis pose of before I could suggest tea and then deccntIy dismiss my guest.
 But daisy WAS fairly spi1ling words now in her sudden eaSerneSS to reply to my careless question.
 -rYes, Eve heard from Carl-three times He seems to realize what we mean to each other as soon as we're from Montreal and another card from Toronto I guess I'll hear again when I get home And you haven't had a word 9"
 The eagern eSS and braVadO com | pined in iaa!sy's I rtteri1Ig serSteuc>as made me want to giSgle and then top it off by shaking her How could the little idiot think a woman married to me Jim would care whether some one l else got two picture postaIs from Carl Booth-or fftyI
 Just then sign swinging out eye Thomas J. Mason and Com l pany," it read. Antiques" I had | known but forgotten that Tom was SCdTT1Ilg new SnOI SLIlNt neIe we had stumbled across it It offered | the needed solution to my problem of how to dispose of an hour or so- I'd take Daisy in and let her mouse | same time I'd be offering Tom a cOur- tesy- Jim would like this, too-a trio of birds with one stone.
 So I trotted my indifferent little Daisy into the shop. I hardly dared | hope Tom. the philander, would be even decentIy courteous to the drab l little thing. I'd never seen him with a completely unattractiYe woman I | wondered how he'd act
 The climb up the steep old fash toned stairs brought Q bit of color to Daisy'S face, and with q little gesture that was honest and unseIf- conscious she swept off her ugly hat when we reached the odd old studio with its stained glass SkyliSht. The reds and blues of the odd lighting ac- cented her color. Her dark hair had slipped into moist ringiets, and- freed from the ugly hat, Daisy's broad fore head showed quaint and chiIdlike-
 All in a moment Toms studio was working miracles before my eyes. But the studio and it's owner had other surprises in store for me.
 CHAPTER CCCIT.
 -tSo far, Miss Condon. you've liked every one of my pet bits" exclaimed Tom stopping in delight before a crudely colored Tartar rug. at which Daisy was gazing rapturously in her
 
 studio. You ought to let me dec orate your apartment for you. I'll wager I'd be abe to do it up a bit without a word from you.''
 Daisy lifted her hazel eyes, which had darkened to brown in the dim ness of the studio, and she flung out her hands in a Ectle gesture of pro- test
 My apartment I live in Q third hoor-back in a boarding house on a side street, MT. Mason. I'm nothing put stenogra pher-One of MT. Har- riSon'S poor but honest friends"
 Her concentrated bitterness startled me no less than her choice of words. couldn't help wondering if Daisy called herself honest because she or had stumbled on the for nlIla as a matter of course. But Tom seemed to derive an inspiration from what she said. for he replied with eagerness of a sort different from any [ had ever seen him show:
 To be Continued.