The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-07-27

is my right to tell Sim when the time
 comes. My right"
 Rosa got to her feet and swept to- ward the door with the dignity she can assume at will. From the thres- hold she flung back:
 'Is ft7 Is it your right, White Ld1ae7 Perhaps. Perhaps not. We
 sha11 see.''
 CHAPTER ssz When Rosa Cordova swept out of my office with a smile like tho fabIed
 one of the cat that ate the canary.
 I felt her very soul was dancing with glee. She hadn't given me her promise never to speak of Dad Lee. She had denied my right to tell Jim about my father when the time is ripe for telling. Her refusal to | commit herself meant only one thing
 Rosa intends to be the one to in-
 form Jim about Dad Lee. I can't permit that. But I don't see how I can stop it. Even with myt head on Jim's shoulder and his arms close about me, 1t won't be easy to confess to | him that my father is Q shoddy gam bier, whose best friend Is Dick West l-Jim's worst enemy. But it's un- thinkable that anyone else should tell Jim this bald, ugly fact. For Rosa to relate her garbled version of l thfngs-sneering. struggling her ex- | pressive shoulders, insinuating possi- | btltties about Dad Lee even more hu-
 initiating than the truth-might | arouse Jim to fury. This might cost l me his sympathy-his faith-his love | itself.
 | If the Harrison pride can be
 stretched to tolerate '.Lucius Lucky | Lee," Jim's personal pride remains
 yet to be dealt with.
 | Does Rosa realize this7 Does she in- l tend to take advantage of it? If Rosa Cordova gets news of my prod 1gal father to Jim before I've g. chance to give him my account of things-it can only be with the de- liberate intention of estranging Jim from me. Will she do it? Over and over again in varying forms, I put this question to my self. Like 8 mad woman I got up and stormed up and down my office, trying to figure out the answer. But the personal equation of Rosa Cor dova is beyond me. So is her real feeling for Jim. After a time me- chanically and without realizing what was doing. I stopped pacing up and down the office and slipped into my desk chair. Of themselves my fling CTS began sorting out the sheaf of notes I'd taken during the day. Pre- sently I found myself at the files getting out all matter pertaining to the Yelda Corporation.
 Instinctively, had turned to nv work. I wad looking for comfort. Perhaps felt subconsciously khat in a world where so much was crumbling under my feet, it were wise to assure myself of one other basic thing besides my undying love tT71
 Hgation to the business.
 Suddenly I straightened bac1, ,,,, tired shoulders and said to myself sternly:
 You've borrowed ten thousand dollars on the strength of your faith In this busin ess-and Tony's faith in you: Now-Barbara Anne-make good! Jim is far away. You cant reach him now so you can't fiebt for his love. But you can fiebt fn,. something to aid him if-bis oD,n projects fail"
 And so I dismissed from my mind Rosa Cordova and the menace to my happiness I feel she is likely to he After a time, I became absorbed in what l was doing. I made rough drafts of advertisements for K elda campaign. I blocked out ideas Some I cast aside, others I worked over until they satisfied me. on and on l went, absorbed in the iov of creating 'OS
 lost all idea of time. Nv work swallowed me. Suddenly from tba doorway I heard a voice of greet ing:
 ''Wel1-young woman-bave ro,, ever heard of the sacred fnstitufi,,, of dinner
 There stood MT. Ha1dane. At b,s side, clinging shy1y to his arm was 1 w aIren. She gazed about my o!1lce with the complimentary little ar of being awe-struck, which makes her seem so young and naive.
 With the utmost pride and inv ran forward to welcome my deer old chief-the man with wbon, S gan happy working career Ho1,, no ana Irma got here I didn't Iznou ur care. The mere fact of havine Loren . Haldane in my office was suf, iiclent cause for pride. But assoc, as "eo exchanged our first greet anu the office had been duly
 .1II e", lie insisted on explainine
 we gave ourselves the honor oe calling on the bride and eroon, +b3 evening" he announced. witb oia rashloned courtesy. But tbev u,a,,o hioiiie- Then Irma suggest ca that it would be no more tban poiite 10 go and pay you our com i piiiiiehts. When we arrived at the Sturges mansion, we found Miss Car lotta on the point of leaving She Wished to return, Out We would not permit it'
 MT Haldane broke off. beaming Nlth the assurance that everything must be perfectly clear to me But lrma, seeing my look of puzzled wonder, supplied the missing links in he chain
 Gro Be Continued)