The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-10-20
When. n.A Girl
 Mnrries
CHAPTER CCCxu.
By ANN LESLIE


 When the rapping on the door sounded on my consciousness too, I fell back from the grip of Jim's hands on my shoulders.
 "I'H go, dear," said, starting to make good my words.
 .'.Let 'em knock muttered Jim grufly. going over to the smoking stand and starting to stuff tobacco into his pipe.
 But I, knowing this was just his tention to his suggestion and opened the door.
 Hedwig stood there waiting.
 "Mrs. Harrison would like to speak to you, ma'am," she said.
 Now what can she want of me7" thought nervously, forgetting for an instant that I had asked Bertha to have her call me.
 I turned to tell Jim that I'd been summoned to the telephone, but he pulling at his pipe in the same stac- cato rythem, so I slipped out with out disturbing him.. In response to my greeting, Vir- tween her new sweetness and her old arrogance:
 Bertha tomorrow if you need her, but why should you. be summoning my housekeeper to town?''
 The latter part of her words dTTOSdHC0-IOTceu my reply. buC no sooner was it out than I regretted it regretted it for two reasons.
 'I am packing, Jeanie. Getting Jim off for trip in a great hurry; and leveI-headed to help me-" ~Wen I declareI So you kept two maids neither of whom is dependable and level-headed? asked Virginia, in troubles hadn't been too big to per init paying attention to a mere mood. In the midst of my grief and un- certainty above Jrn's affairs, Bertha s worry over Lyons and their difficult ties which were 1nterwoven with our own troubles, seemed far more inn portant than any mood into which that mood might dictate.
 ''I'm so sorry, Jeanie. But I really need Bertha I shouldn't have asked her for myself. I need her to help me get Jim's affairs in order'-
 "Of course, dear,'' Virginia exc1aim- ed, her sweet self once more, "I was only. teasing when I fused a bit. told her, and I've even suggested that she stay the night. I thought maybe a nice friendly way or you to fee her would be to send her and Lyons to the theatre
 ''Yes. 1t would" began, tentative 1y. Then a rush of shocked revelation brought to- me the realization that people who were mortgaged to the nit anu 1dCIiS manage theatre-ticket tips. So I switched the conversation. "Jeanie, did you hear me say that Jim's going away? You don't seem to be showing the proper sisterly regret"
 At the end of the sentence I caught my breath. Possibly Jim didn't want even Jeanie informed of his trip south. But I was treasured in the next instant, for Jim's voice sounded from the shadows back of me in the dimly-lighted room.
 Talking to Jeanie evidently Let me have a word with her when you've finished, will you?"
 ''In a minute,'' I flung at Jim then to Jeanie. Here's brother ready to butt in on my chats with his Jeanie, as usual. Thank you for not mind ing the way I took you for granted about Bertha, and now good night. Here's Jim"
 "Hlo Jeanie," said Jim, "I heard Anne telling you that I'm off for a t4p; Guess this will have to be good-by for"
 At this moment Hedwig called from the hall beyond:
 Mrs. Harrison. Mrs. Harrison, can Angy see you for a moment % . "Of course," I replied, going out into the hall.
 Angy was standing at the kitchen door twisting her apron in a sheepish fashion that might have prepared me for what followed, if I'd been in a frame of mind to notice shades of meaning in Angy's manner.
 1T want to give notice," she rnur- mured half belligerently as if asham- ed. "A lady in the buildings ready