The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-05-16
CHATTER CCIXXK.

CHAPTER RICCIAAIA-
 Hello Barbara Annet This cer- tainly IS my foUr-leaf clover day.! cried Carf Booth, as he strode up to where stood waiting after he had hailed me on the avenue. Come on into, onef.of these cute little boxes where-6hey pour ice cream SodaS ana such for tfne~starving-
 'EI haven't time,' began, but Carf'sr rdowncaSt face made me asham- ed of myself When had he ever been too busy to find time for me back in the days when I needed a friend like this big, pink and white innocent of a. man? "-But I'll ma ke it." I smiled
 Carl beaaned and we marched into a little tea room whose delightful front tables overlook the avenue from behind great outhung easement win dowS- There we sat 1uXuriouSly sip ping frosted chocolates and nibbling hernr4es those delicious little cakes with rafinS and nuts and citron and all sorts of jolly surprises hidden be- hind their deIrure yet bulging brown ness. And as-we ate like happy chill dren and chatted of the old days at Haldane'S, poked out my pretty new pumps and told Carl the story of my shoe-shop spree
 They're scruInptious!'' declared Carl. eyeing my slippers with favor And perfectly right you were to buy while the buying is good I can re- member the days when you used to buy insoles and wear shoes that were too wide because the As didn't come in the cheaper makes.
 "'Oh. Carl was there ever an old dear like you?'' I cried. "To think of your remembering that-nad the width of my shoes. You have the most wonderful memory"
 About some things said Carl, dryly- But l was almost forgetting the thing I had on my mind. Won't you and MT. Harrison come to dinner at my diggings some night next week :?
 
 with a very young kfrchennete, and though I hate to boast about myself I sure can broiI a steak If ever I lose my knack as a so-gett f ads, chef. Name the snight, Barbara Anne"
 Oh you mustn't bother" I pro tested, knowing Jim probably wouldn't want to accept.
 No bother. Pleasure beamed Carl. !. Name your night
 Since there was no way out but the ugly one of fibs, I suggesed Thursday, and added:
 If that's all right for Daisy
 Daisy g ~epeated Carl "Oh, yes, to be sure--Daisy. l am a so- cial dub. Didn't realize that since be a slight to leave her out of this. Daisy's such a quiet little mouse. folks are likely to forget her. But YOU wouldn't Barbara Anne. You'd never hurt anyone"
 Suddenly a clock boomed the hour.
 ''SiX!' I cried in chagrin and as tonishment. "Oh, Carl. you've upset sn my plans! I was going over to the garage for my car and then call for my husband. I hardly ever miss driving him home on a pleasant af- ternoon-"
 a'want to phone you'll be right alopg?" asked Carl
 I acted on the suggestion, but Jim's line was busy. So I thought it best to hurry over to the garage and phone from there. At the garage entrance T. bade Carl a hasty farewell and hur- ried to 1he telephone. Jim's line was still reported busy, so without more ado I drove over to the office. When I started into the elevator the boy stopped me
 Looking for MT Harrison ?'' he said Him and Mir Hyland and his young lady left not five minutes ago"
 So there was nothing for me to do but to get hack into the car and drive home. I feE annoyed with Jim, and yet-since I hadn't said I would call for hfn1-there wasn't any reason why he should have waited I knew