The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-11-23
When A Girl
 MUrrieS
By ANN LESLIE
HAPPIER 41S.

home, Rabbsie." said Father Andrew when we came out of the hotel to which we had escorted Dad Lee.
 Lets walk along slowly for a of honey and real to be marching about on our own two feet, doesn't it. after our luxurious day in Tony's car? ] don't believe Dad Lee liked it very well when I dismissed Lyons at din ner time, and he liked it still less when we escorted him home in the street car. Talk about beggars on horseback
 Don't be bitter, Babbsie. girl want you should never have any re- grets over how you treated your Father. Excusing yourself on ac- count of how he once dealt with you won't do, now that you know he had a kind motive. He's all right. dear, even if he isn't showy. Now that's settled, shall I take you home. dear?"
 Not home" protested. 'I could rest comfortabie if I didn't feel that you were in the right place
 Quickly, though silently Iran ran oyer oyer apartment would be as lonely as mine and I couldn't be sure of get ring in either there or at NeaPs place. The obvious thing to do was spiration out of the blue. came the thought of the hotel, which had been my first home with Jim. They knew me there. They'd welcome me and make me fell comfortable even if walked in late at night without bag gage. But when I said as much to Father Andrew he had an idea to cap mine.
 pack little black bag of the fal-de- aals that girls need and then your old fathers going to ride you down to your hotel in @ nice. shiny taxi" he insisted.
 Father Andrew carried out his plan in spite of my protest against his extravaganza. The friendly room clerk at the hotel remembered me, for me. So Father Andrew bade me good night at the elevator and the beIlboy, who had my bag, lifted it into the car and named the floor at daze and followed my escort without paying much attention to my sur roundings.
 preceded the boy into a dark on the lights. There was something amusingly familiar about the way he lowered the shade, raised it again, pulled up the window and waited for the tip I was fumbling to find in my purse.
 When he was gone I stared about the room of creamy tan wood and rose-colored draperies picked out in SOlQ- IL was Q1SQu1et1ngly 1am1l1ar and yet 1t was merely a conventional rose and gold and cream hotel bed- room. There didn't seem much ex- cuse for the way I rushed across it, dumbled at the door and jerked the key out of the lock and stared at the number on the brass tag.
 It was just what I'd felt it must be. This wasn't merely any hotel myself believe. It was 1885" the room in which Jim and I had lived our first city days together.
 My mind surged back, sore with longing for the old days. For a minute I could almost persuade my self that Jim was down In the lobby, that he'd be up in another minute, that I'd hear his dear. caressing voice speaking the words he'd murmured against my cheek on the dear. far away night of the day when first we'd come to the hotel.
 My little Princess Anne! I want you to have everything-everythin sn the world!"
 Then the memorable present crowd ed out my memories. I was in the little cream and rose and gold room of honeymoon days. But - I was alone. I didn't even know where Jim was. Perhaps continent divided us, perhaps a. sea. Perhaps he was near his silence and let him remain in hid tng until he'd made every effort to save his friends from losing the money they had invested on his recommendation.
 shrugged my shoulders as if the thoughts to which I didn't want to give way could be shaken off by the gesture. Then I made my prepara- tions for the nght swiftly and slipped at last between the cold sheets, wh CT @ ] lay for hours staring at a spot of light that crept in throuhg the trans som and danced mockingly about on the ceiling.
 Tn the morning arose from a rest less night with a dazed uncertainty about what was going to do next. It was only seven, so dowdled over my past eight my telephone rang. It was dear Father Andrew inviting me to breakfast.
 As I started to accept my eye fell on the things I had flung on the bureau next the telephone. Among ender paper signed Mabel Storrs.'
 I'm so sorry. dear. but I won't have time to make it. replied. 'rI've an important business matter and l want to get to my Jim's office before the rush of the days occupation be- gins. Suppose we say luncheon at once?"
 your father will join us, then, of course,'' sadd Father Andrew.
 And echoed: "Of course"
 Then, stuff1ng the check into the lowest receptacle Of my purse I pack ed my bag and hurried downstairs to leave 1t in the baggage room until l decided whether or not could get back to Virginia's that night. couldn't afford to eat at the hotel so I decided to get a cup of coffee and rolls at a little restaurant nearby All my movements were hurried, be- cause I wanted to reach my goal as soon after nine as possible. As swung around from the desk, where Tr,y- cd in a. 1niliar voice arrested me. It was su- gared over. but I felt an under cur rent very different from the spoken word:
 Why, Mrs. Harrison! Dear me, it's ages since I've seen the pretty little bride who put Evvy Mason's nose SC sadly out of joint And where's Mir Harrison? ? Or Is that an embarrass- ing question? Stopping here again How astonishing! thought the love birds had pretty little nest of theil own"
 (To Be Continued).