The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-06-21
When 4 Girl
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By ANN LESLIE.

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 But Jim was so intent on Carl from whom he hadn't seemed able to divert his attention for the greater part of the evening, that he didn't respond to Daisy plea She wanted a. sop to her vanity and wanted it badly, that knew. From the mo- ment Carl apportioned the labor so that Jim and Daisy were occupied with the lighter tasks that kept them in the dining room and sent Us to the kitchen, Daisy acted strangely She jerked between desires and her ina bility to hide them from my eyes.
 One minute she was finging challenge at Jim The next she was trying to lure Carl to her side with little. soft, gentle, huttering motions. And the next she was attempting to be at once suave and smooth to me and at the same time to oDliterate me from her consciousness.
 That Daisy hated me was now per fectH clear That she loved Carl was just as plain And the connection between the two was her complete misunderstanding and misinterpreta- tion of my friendship for him and his for me.
 My position was trying, to say the least, with Jim and Daisy both ready Co misread this dear old friendship of fine With both of them resentinS it and making themselves miserable over it, the obvious thing to do was give it up. But how could put Carl Booth out of my life without giving have to hurt any one as dear and boyish and as big-brotherly and loyal as Carl? In the midst of my study of ways and means, Carl forged another link in the chain of old friendships that bound us.
 Barbara Anne, do you remember the day you gIaddened my life by stopping in for a soda with me on the avenue?' he asked with a natur- alness and frankness which ought to have told both Jim and Daisy what a simple, harmless attitude he took
 q remember" I replied, @'even unto the raspberry soda we took in uni
 zAt that Jim and Daisy actually exchanged glances. To myself l called them a pair of sillies, but even as I did I wondered where such stiffness could sweep us all
 And do you remember the plump, pretty little blonde at the next table? No, you wouldn't. l didn't either. But I bumped into her on the street to- day and she stopped me and recalled see you again. It was Irma War ren.''
 '.Irma Warren ?' I repeated idly Then a flash of memory recalled her very pleasantly. That's MT. Hal | danes niece. isn't it? The nice, it- | tie, old-fashioned thing who keeps l house for her uncle, and who was so | sweet to us when we went there to 1 do our work that time he was laid l up with bronchitis ?''
 'NThe very one,'' replied Carl "+She | strikes me as a mighty nice girl No | nonsense or Swagger to her, just as l body instead of the bosS's kin She | seems to admire you a lot, Barbara ! Anne. So how can we fix it up for l you to meet again %
 A dangling laugh from Daisy inter | rupted him
 we don't seem included in this party, MT. Harrison It looks as if 1 we were partners again---in misery l this time, instead of setting a table. | Do you mind being cast into the dis | card with me like thiS?" she chal- | lensed boldly.
 My gallant Jim, never at a, loss for a graceful thing to say, was almost | awkward now. He couldn't hide that | he did mind being paired off with l into the foreground in his determine | ton to end the easy friend1iness Carl | seemed to take for granted. her acGl1sintaace m1s ee s with my my wife" he l said possessively, ''why can't we have her and her uncle in for dinner? You | were always very fond of Mr- Hal dane, weren't you, Anne?'
 That's a jolly good idea said Carl | heartily. Daisy ought to have chance to know a wholesome, real girl like 1rrna Warren Oure TlSnL | when you figure that the Chief isn't | a. bit of a snob. He'll be as glad to dine with Daisy and me as if we were regular swells.' -
 ssYes. he will be glad to dine with | one of his little stenographers--yes, he will" murmured Daisy bitterly.
 But, ignoring her comment, we set tied on a night that would do for all of us, if it suited Mr- HaIdane and hls niece. Then we made a, great lark or l clearing the table and washing the dishes After that Carl suggested l bridge---a game at which I'm not at | all expert But on seeing the eager look that always comes to Jlm's race at the mere mention of a game of chance, agreed
 As we sat down to the table no ticed the avid expression on Dalsys face. It had lighted to absolute eager ness This might have been because she had drawn Carl for partner but had a feeling that it was due 10 sorething else. Daisy's expression was akin to Jim's---the gamblers
 ssWhat are we playing for?" asked Daisy.
 I choked back the impulse to cry out: .'How dare a Httle-pa1d worker like you play for money?" But JlIn4 to perceive Daisy for the first time, murmured approvlngiy:
 "Good for you, little sport!