The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-05-17
When A Girl
 Marries
By ANN LESLIE,
CHAPTER ~LXXX.

| Lane Cosby himseiIf opened the i door of his apartment in answer to
 my ring. On seeing me his drawn | face smoothed itself out and then fell
 into new ines-those of smiling wei
 come. He seized my hand in his and cried in a choked voice:
 | Little Anne! Bless your heart l this is good of you. l knew you'd 1 come straight off"
 As he spoke he drew me into the ! big studio Iivingroom and led me over | to the great window seat where he | sat at my side, pahing and strokinS 1 my hand with she absent-minded air | of needing som ething to cling to- As soon as I decentIy could I drew away | from the awkward gestures of his big 1 brown paw and asked smoothingIy: What is it. Lane? Breakers ahead :? 1 You know you can count on Jim and me whenever you need uS-''
 It's tihat Mason woman groaned Lane shes started talking I met that West chap Jim brought out of ! the firm today and his darn insolence Itold me he knew something All I got out Of him was that he'd been spending a weekend at Atlantic City and that EVvy Mason was there. But l can add two and two as well as the next fellow. How are we going 10 stop her, Anne?"
 We aren't" I said judiciously But we aren't going to pay a bie of
 ai";ention to word she says one
 man like Dick West isn't important socially, or in the other way. All you l have to do is to keep up your nerve. Lane. A few true friends-worth h While ones-can see you through any 1 ugly rumors a discarded person or l two tries 10 s art"
 1 I spoke with far more confidence | than l felt, but I knew that unless
 Lane pulled himself together at
 once and used his wits to combat 1 her, Evvy Mason might tell her | saIbled version of Lanes and Vars i story in a way to make life impossi-
 ble for them in any place she had 1 been getting in her work.
 If l could get hold of West" said ] Lane. T was too rattled today to ] sound him out thoroughly Perhaps Jim will know where to reach him. i Where is Jjmmie?''
 At Tom Mason's," I replied. You i might call him if you like, and in the i meantime-does Val know I'm here?'' i With ponderous gaIlantry, particu- 1 larly startling under the circum- 1 stances, Lane replied.
 ''So it bores you to have little | visit alone w:th mel And I answered i the door myself just to be sure of
 minute with you. All right" in 1 answer to my irrepressible frown. "TH | call Van while you're getting on the wire''
 Please do,'' I replied a little ] coldly, and at once called Tom Ma sons house on the telephone. But I got a. wrong number. Then, after a minute or two wasted in try 1 ing to call back the operator, I finally | received Don't answer In com plete aggravation I called the man ager's office and was assured my number was busy, and they'd call me as soon as they could get an answer. I turned to Val, with whom l had already exchanged a word of greet ing, sandwiched in between my strug- gle with the telephone. To her I sug- gested that I'd get a taxi and hurry down to Tom Mason'S to meet Jim and that as soon as his mum Der answered it would be wise to tell Jim and Tom that I was my way. Val smiled with lifted brows. Her man ner held me off from any discussion of the subject for which Lane had summoned me.
 The taxi cana before he had sue ceeded in getting Toms telephone to answer I started at once At Tom g door I dismissed my taxi and hurried up the steps eagerly. But ] rang the bell vainIy for a minute or two. Then his old housekeeper appeared, and told me that she'd been struggling for ! three-quarters of an hour to locate me by telephone, since Mr. Tom and my husband had been compelled to hurry on to the waIgrave and want
 ed me to join them there 'Oh, dear!'' I said weanily. I've been on my husbands trail for almost two hours. Are you sure I'll find him
 at the hotel?" Surely, dearie. I'd insist on your coming in and having a bite with an old woman. Would cup of tea first brace you up?"
 I'd better not stop But thank
 you just the same There's a taxi,
 now. I'll run for it." cried hailing
 passing cab eagerly. "Good-bye.
 The door closed and I ran down
 the long flight of brown sandstone
 steeps to the taxi I had summoned.
 As I got to the last step my ankle
 turned under me with tearing,
 wrenching stab of pain Everything
 went black for minute and a feeling of horrible illness and ., feeling of horrible illness assailed me. sank down on the lowest steD and the
 driver - his face really sympathetic
 and conccrned-ran to my side.
 Hurt yourself, lady? Shall I help you back into the house ?' he asked
 I looked at the long flight of steps that seemed to tower above me and I sh ook my head
 Help me into into the taxi and drive me to the nearest drug store I'll have some aromatic spirits of am morfa and then I must go to the Walgrave,'' I said.
 But soon my ankle began palnlng me so dreadfuliy that I realized I'd have to go home and summon a doc tor I decided that I could tele phone the hotel and have Jim paged. Irritable and faint from pain. I be- gar to feel abused and intensely ir ritated with Jim for not stopping any where hong enough for me to catch up with him.
 (To be Continued)