The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-09-02
When A Girl
 Marries
By ANNE LESLIE.

/ wager that WndISVeT you re banning is clearly the right thing to do. So no matter how it interferes with what we'd like. just you stick to your guns.'
 "I-have to- I agreed. Thank you for understanding. I'm afraau
 MT. Parkinson is getting the impress sion that I'm stubborn-or not very adaptable, or not interested in Miss Mays plans and their success. I has~
 to have him think anything e tfe sort'
 "No one has a right to think any
 thing except that you have certain
 arrangements for the evening, and
 that we're impertinent young men to come along at the last minute with the idea of swinging you from your
 own scheme of things
 MT. Lacy's voice was at once conn-
 dent and capable of imparting conf
 dence. He steadied me by his atti-
 tude of believing in me and of in
 tending to make any one else who
 came under his influence take a sim liar attitude. Our declaration of friendship was less than a day old,
 but his manner made me feel IT our understanding was rooted in Time itself.
 "Then you'll make it clear to MT. Parkinson that I'm not lacking in | interest. or the willingness to oblige?' I urged.
 "He knows that. He's Just the sort of bad boy who likes to do a bit of | wheedhng,'' replied MT. Lacy. And
 when I make him see the benefits Of | Sunday he'll also see the advantage | Of foregoing a mere hour now" t'Then you really want me to save 1 part of Sunday" I asked. "Oh, please give us that! We're | counting on it.''
 | And, hanging up the receiver, arter | a cordial goodnight. I found myself 1 glowing bit at the thought of Sun | day. But suddenly a chill wind blew \pver by enthusiasm.
 Had the boys she loved made their
 plans with no thought of Miss May? Carlotta and I managed to make | our farewells natural and unemo- | tional- I bought her several maga-
 zines which I knew she wouldn't 1 read and a box of candy which she was likely to present to the train 1 maid. But the idea of the whole per l formance was to preserve the tradi- | tions of a. casual leave-taking. ] After the train pulled out, I had
 Lyons drive me about the park a bit, 1 so we could discuss Dad Lee and his l promise to arrange meeting be- | tween Dick West and me. Nothing | had come of it thus far. and as Dad Lee har persisted in preserving the l mystery of where he is lodging, there | seemed nothing to do but wa1t-un- l less Lyons could manage to unearth l the hidden address.
 He agreed to do this if it were l humanly possible. And once that was
 settled, I couldn't see what better 1 thing there was for me to do then go
 home and get a good nights sleep.
 The restof the week passed off
 routine fashion. Miss May and plugged away at the Derringforth
 copy, which now. thanks to MT. i Lacy's guiding hand. was bringing
 fine results. I did "a bit of work on 1 the Dalton -Sturges campaign. But we avoided any unnecessary stress on the Hoad1ey Or Ye1da accounts. had
 dinner with Mable Storrs one night | and stayed late at the office once,
 dining later with Miss May between jobs. It was settled that I was to go
 out to Dreamwo1d with Pat on Satur- l day and stay as long as I could put up with a commuters life. And then bn Saturday toward noon-just as | was planning to send to the nearest | delicatessen for a lunch of sandwiches that wouldn't interrupt the days | work-Phoebe telephoned, l There was something very pIaintive 1 In my little sister-in-1aw' voice as | she begged me to meet her for lunch. T haven't time"-I began, intent l on the fact that if I didn't get cer- ] tain amount of work done I wouldn't | feel entitled to my holiday. 1 "Oh, please, Babbsie," she begged.
 "I'n meet you anywhere and eat at | a counter if I have to. Just so I see | you. I must! I couldn't come yes
 terday when you and Neal lunched l together. And, anyway, I feel that l you two ought to have at least one
 cosy little visit a week without any | third person-even-me."
 Of course that was the deciding | vote. Not every young wife takes
 such an attitude toward her husband
 and his sisters claims on him. It re-
 minded me of Phoebe's need or as
 much consideration as she gives - l more, perhaps-since the unhappi-
 ness Virginia's attitude gives Phoebe | is great enough without my adding 8 feathers weight to t+e burden. So I i arranged to meet Ph- 2be at a. neigh
 boring restaurant at 1, by which l time Miss May would be back from 1 her very early lunch
 | Phoebe was waiting for me when
 I arrived Even to a casual glance 1 her pansy face revealed chtselling too fine and gaunt for happy young | creature of only eighteen. And yet | the fight in her wide eyes spoke of | great happiness, I ordered nourish- | ing lunch of lamb chops and baked l potatoes, which I didn't want. But 1 did it with the idea that it might | counteract Phoebe-s probably soda 1 fountain noon habits.
 When the crisp chops came, l Phoebe played with them and went on with the spiritless and desultory l chat which certainly didn't account l for her 1nsistence on my meeting her, | Suddenly she put down her knife and | fork, leaned her elbows on the table l and brought out with an incisiveness | could see she'd achieved with much l effort:
 | "Babbsfe, you're going to Jeanfes | for the week-end-maybe for fort l night!" she said. Neal says Carlotta