The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-12-05
When 4 Girl
 M0rries
By ANN LESLIE.
CHAPTER APT.

with me?" I repeated, almost resent fully, as it came to me that Nsal tad | wouldn't be the only one to ask this 1 question. ''No, I don't. He's perfectly happy at his hotel.''
 NeaPs eyes, grown suddely grave and stern. questioned Father An 1 drews. who promptly replied:
 ''Yes. MT. Lees settled right down at the hotel. Dosen't seem to be craving home and family life after couldn't be thawed if Babbsie was mite more loving-like. But Pm not sure she's called on to pretend to be ! loving when she doesn't feel that way. Only we've got to be careful to | be fair, daughter. We are pretty close and it can't be hidden. But we don't want to make poor old man l feel too much shut out of things i Neal scowled thoughtfully for a minute. Then he came over and flung his arms across my shoulders as he asked:
 ! Where are you planning to live if you rent your apartment?"
 T have rented it, I replied as concisely. "And I suppose i'll nave to take up Jeanie,f hospitable offer" about her new-old father, I mean," said Neal awkwardly. You know | there's no reason why we two should not camp out together till Jimmie being my Babbsie, you know. And your old carrottop of a Neal is still your beloved brother-isn't he Babbs? | We three stand just where we've al- | ways stood, don't wei"
 | ''Always!" I cried huslltIy. Then suspecting that I was on the verge get anyone anywhere. I went on | briskly, ''Now you two boys O. mine must help me with the inventory and the packing. Because whoever gets me for a bOarder has to take on few carloads of knicknacks and keep sakes-''
 Come on, father" cried Neal This Is where we roll up our sleeves, play expert packers and let a little lady
 who shall be nameless henpeck us to | her hearts content"
 l Father Andrew acquiesced with quiet smile of approval for the way
 his children were preparing to give | vent to their emotions through the sane outlet of work. Whereupon we
 went at the job like an orderly and
 well-directed whirlwind. In two
 hours we'd managed to do about
 days work. The inventory was made
 and the things I wanted to take with
 me ranged on the bed and the chairs
 in my own room, ready to be packed
 tomorrow. Strengthening up with a
 sign of approval for our efficiency, 1 Neal announced:
 other whirlwind act and pack up this
 father of mine so he can move right
 up to my little domictle."
 And you offered it to me f1rst-'
 
 spaired of keeping myself under con-
 trol. But Neal saved me by sweep
 ing the very floor with his red crest
 as he doubled up in g. bow and , chuckled:
 , Count on Nealie to remember that nice little rule about ladies first. 5 Besides which no fellow ever liked his only sister any the less for being a. bit of a beauty. Did I ever mem tion it to you, Balbbsie, that I consid- } cred you suitable entry for any ten , thousand dollar contest ever started { by the Photographers Union? Hence the attention"
 Thanks I retorted in kind" We are a handsome family-so I think your little home will be properly 3 decorated when Father Andrew comes to ornament it.
 Don't make your old dad try to scare up a brush.'' sighed Father Andrew. "But it sure does please the ) old man to think his boys got a place for him. And we'll kill two birds with the same stone when we can visit with her father while we're packing, and then you'll get a chance to meet MT. Lee, Neal" "Got to rush" Neal gasped sud. $ my Phoebikins at the six-ten. Prom
 ised to dine out at Dreamwold with her"
 +, @of course you can go out home, home heartily. And we'll ike the schedule a mite different from what just said. We'll have you meet up with MT. Lee first, and then while Anne visits with = him, I'll get shipshape and move over to your place after dinner" That won't do," began Neal in a hesitant manner. Then he straight brusquely, I'm not going to meet this Lee man. Not now-or ever" You're not going to meet my
 father % I asked incredulously. "How tn I'm going to avoid it. all right frowned Neal. Do you think I'd ever have anything to do with the cur who ran away from my little mother and left her with kiddie to bring up on nothing but a f1stful of money the insurance company might have possessing? we'd better say no : more. Let it go at this'' , '.son-you called a man 8 euF. , Didn't you forget he's our Babbsie's father?" reproached Father Andrew. ,, Her father! What of that" de- manded Neal. "PI bet Babbsie isn't any more like him than I am. I'll bet shes my mother over again. Whats this man to Babbs? Didn't
 he desert her and mother to starve after the crumbs of insurance money were gone? Did he have any way of along? No-by lingo, you'd better not ask me to meet this Lucky Lee.
 It'd be darn unlucky day for him, |. ana ne o eIlO up W1un my ringers at his throat; Let me off. Father.
 Babbs, tell him to let me off, You've hurt Rabbsie,' said
 Father Andrew sternly. But I in-
 terruptedly eagerly:
 He's not hurt me at all, dear.
 I think he's right. And I love his chivalry and gallantry to our little
 dead mother. Oh, there's the tele-
 7hone. I wonder who can know
 ere here?"
 Here, I'll answer Our wh>
 office knows we're here" said Neal,
 striding briskly to the telephone.
 Nothing to get excited about now l adays when telephone bell
 jangles.''
 | Andrew shared my nervousness as
 Neal took down the receiver and l said:
 'J. H. Harrison's apartment. Neal | Hy1and Speaking'