The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-08-17
When 4 Girl
 MUrries
By ANN LESLIE. :
(Continued.)

It was only eight when I awoke. Stealing on tip-toe to the big old fashioned bath that opened off our bedroom, I dressed and hurried down lstairs. couldn't bear to waste a single moment in the wonderful old Harrison homestead. The day before, with all our dear friends, it had been tbeautiful; but for the real essence iof the place I felt wanted an hour ialcne.
 At half-past nine I'd go back and wake Jim, so we could drive to the (which Pat was due. In the mean time I wanted just to breathe the sweet, clean air of the wonderful old estate.
 We had this one day left us Then, unless Jim and I could dissuade him, Pat was to start on his long would make of the dear old home I didn't know. But this ] knew-Pat lcould never make a more wonder ifu1 gift than the two days of happi- mess he had given me.
 As I came down to the hving-room floor I had queer sensation or be- 'ing in a place where folks lived; There was none of the mustiness and decay in the air one generally finds in house that has been shut up for long time. There was a honey air that our one day of occupancy seem ed hardly enough to produce. l ex- pected to stumble over a bit of sewing or a book flung down open where someone had just left it.
 Of course I didn't. and, laughing at myself, I went out to the veran- da and gazed over the beautiful lawn that had been a mass of decay which I first saw it a few months before. :,
 The paths were carefully raked now, the vines green and blopming, the grass like a carpet of velvet, the flower beds a blaze of color. How Pat had loved it! How he had put hi and soul into making 1t beautiful for the woman who scorned him and his old homestead as well and found her joy in chasing about with an insincere flirt like Sheldon Booth,
 I vowed then that Jim and I must find a way of making it up to Pat somehow. And after that went up to wake my boy. .,
 Don't go down and leave me-" Jim protested as I started to go downstairs again. Wal Drought out some wonderful servants-one is that Bertha who was with us for so long. Breakfast will be on the jot of ten, and we'll have time for a bite before we go to meet Pat. Wait on the little balcony for your Romeo, won't you, Juliet2''
 "As if I could refuse you anything herei"I cried and went out to perch on a little cushioned chair on the balcony that hung from our window behind a dense screening of vines.
 As I sat there I thought that I must make a pOlnI ol "elCoIIIillS s Bertha and telling her my ring was found. Thinking of Bertha had the odd effect of reminding me of my new chauffeur. That seemed odd, but just as I was preparing to con centrate on it something happened which startled me out of thinking of anything else
 From where sat commanded a view of the path to the river and of the quaint little summer house built on the river bank. Dfmly-for the morning mists hadn't fully burned of the river path on her way to the summer house. There she flung her seelf down and sat very quiet
 Must be Evvy Mason come oyer from Mason Towers" I told myself
 But somehow knew it wasn't Evvy. and then I saw who it was.
 Ready in a minute. sweetness called Jim from his room. Just Q few artistic touches and I'm w1tf you"
 was no need for whispering, nnur' mured very low:
 "Jim. what shall we do? Vir. ginia's in the summer house by the river. Of course she doesn't know we're here. She's probably stayins at the Inn and walked here to b. alone. What shall we do?"
 Guess we'd better avoid an explo sion and go down and warn the tres passer off, replied Jim coldly al most naaHciously.
 Her arms were lifting from he sides-fiinging out in a lovely ges ture of surrender. The sun lighted her hair and made her face radiant.
 heard her call:
 "Patr'
 In the next moment I saw Pa tearfng down the hin with arms out