The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-08-10
When A Girl
 Marries
By ANN LESLIE.
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 "oh. I've something more to attend to. Aunt Mollie. Come back with me. please. Can Jennings drop you any where, Anne?''
 tsNo thank you. I'm merely going across the street, said, feeling hurt | to the point of tears and far beyond | allowing Val to lend me her car and | chauffeur as the best way to get rid | of me. I fairly bolted out of the store. As | I crossed the street and walked aim | lessly through the shop where I hadn't | a thing to buy, it came to that | couldn't whimper to Jim about this | But unless found some way of sooth- ing my wound I'd not be able to hide it from him. Then it occurred to me that it might be good idea to drop in at movie and forget myself in the drama of the screen. Carrying out my idea before the | impulse died, I hurried into a motion picture house that was near by. The | auditorium was dark, as the feature picture was already on. But the usher who piloted me down the aisle | in the little circle of light his electric torch made, assured me that the pie ture hadn't been on five minutes In a minute or two I got the thread | of the story and sat watching with at | tention that I didn't have to force When the lights went up at the end of that part of the programme what | was my amaZemeHC see Virginia only a few seats away. She, too, was | seeking solace and forgetfuIness. I had an impulse to take an empty seat | near her, but suddenly she looked up | and caught my eye. Her own ex- | pression was cold, almost unseeing. | Evidently I didn't exist for Virginia | Feeling snubbed as if I'd spoken my thoughts of making up and she had sneered at them. I turned and hurried from the theatre. The third l h11r-f of 1or 1,-i,, me in the lobby of my own apart | ment building.
 As I prepared to step into the elevator for it's upward trip, Phoebe | got out.
 Been to see ?" asked. Come | back, dear"
 I'm in dreadful hurry" replied Phoebe, fairly brushing by.
 She was to Mrs Cosby's.'' explain ed the elevator boy as he took me up. Loneliness engulfed me | CHAPTER CCCXXxvIII.
 Tom Mason's dinner for Irnaa War. ren and NIT. HaIdane followed hard | upon my unhappy experience with Virginia in the motion picture the Jim about it uT1tiI the dinner was over.
 Jim, as experience has taught me- is always upset at the mere mention of Anthony Norreys's name. Whether it is because he hates to remember the days when he was struggling so hard for a place In the world, or | whether the embers of his jealousy are ready to fan to a blaze, I can't decide.
 But felt 1t best not to risk any discussion that would put Jim in dangerous mood on the eve of a din her where my friends were the guests of honor.
 of we went, therefore, with the incident involving Virginia. Car1otta and Tom untold.
 in the back of my mind was the | wish to make our social life centre composed of the Cosbys and the Pet tingil1s, since they hurt me too much by making me realize it was Jim they liked, and IT was only a seconoaIy | consideration They made me jeai- ous and bitter and in order to avoid those ugly feelings I felt I had best avoid Val and Aunt MolHe. The incident of their Snubb1ng me in the shop remained also untold. But this I decided to bury for all time. I wouldn't let myself tattle- To defend me, Jim would De De som Gpm- Not to defend me meant a. quarrei | between us.
 It would make me very happy to | be free to tell Jim all that happens to l me But life seems to insist on sl- fences and secrets between we who | love eoch other so dearly l The dinner was charming and the evening passed delightfully."- One in | cident occurred which colored every | thing for me. Tom, Irma and l were chatting with the adorable little old white-haired lady who keeps house for Tom-"Sonny," as she calls him. Jim and MT. Haldane were deep in a | conversation which seemed to absorb both Suddenly Jim called Tom, and ] a few minutes later he and MT. Hal l dane were seated on opposite sides | of a cheese table
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