The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-09-28
When A Girl
 Marries
By ANNIE LESLIE
CHAPTER 694,


 l telephonedr her summons for me to meet her at Jim's office. started for my hat and coat at once. delaying only long enough to reproach my lit 1 tie partner for not allowing nerserr i enough time at noon.
 Ten minutes for a sandwich and | a chocolate mi1k-shake ana twenty | for a walk is enough for me-" she said with the bright-faced eagerness 1 that is like a tonic 'The reason ' took so long every day last week. has been revealed entirely matter of l me and my new dress.'' 1 "Oh. by the way,' said with a note of great casualness, Eff I should 1 not be back by five please shut 1a l shop promptly and go home ahead or I the rush. The boys will call for me It seven-thirty if they stick to yes- l terday's plans, and then we'll all 1 come for you at about quarter to eight. We're having fashionabry l late dinner, aren't we?' 1 Its g1orious!' exclaimed Miss | May. i've never in my life sa. ! down to dinner any later than seven. | I feel like a queen.'
 1 Home for yours at five, queenie,'' | l cried. "And now au revo1r." Then I hurried downstairs, hailed a 1 taxi and had myself whisked over to 1 JlHI $ OihCe when 1 entered the 1n- | ner sanctum I found Rosa Cordova | already established there. and in 1 Jim's chair at that Even before she l had chance to introduce me to the l arrest1ng looking young man with 1 her, it flashed into my mind that | she'd probably made sure that Mabel 1 Storrs was already out to lunch be- 1 fore choosing this rendezvous. I felt l that if I knew Rosa-and I thought, | 1 wanted to be established In a way l calculated to give her every possible l advantage over Mabel. And Jims l chair is Rosa's idea Of a vantage ! point-possession of the 'head of the table" has been a. mooted question between her and Mabel from the first, | Hello, Anne!' Rosa called, a twinkle in her eye at her own cama- raderie, "I present to you, Mrs. Har- | rison, my so good friend and paisano, i Manuelo Ortiz Y'Zup1ran."
 While was stumbling about in my own mind trying to decide how to. address the flashing eyed, red Tipped, olive skinned stripIing before me,
 Rosa went on with elaborate air which seemed to appeal to the man | as glorious1y charming.
 | 'Senor Ortiz. Mrs. Harrison. This is my good friend rNe1lo.' my I1ttrs White Lilac.''
 1 Senor Ortiz.' murmured, q am glad to welcome you to my country. l I hope you will feel that 1t is yours l | also"
 | I felt as suited as a Jane Austen novel But Senor Ortiz almost com l pelled such mode of address. He was the most fashingly exotic looking l man I'd ever seen. His blue black
 hair was long and thick and waved | back like a mane from a broad, low | f~,,
 and dark and square at the outer
 edges instead of curving. His nose
 was chiseIed to something like trans
 parency, and the fine cut nostrils twitched as a race horses do. But the vivid red mouth with frs | dashing line of black mouostache was
 what gave life and fire to an other
 wise romantic and dreamy face. For the rest he was slender and no more than five fet seven.
 He had the figure of a boy, and the l lips of a naughty child who wants to taste of life. But his eyes are those I of a world-weary man. His eyes ars l astonishing in his dark face. They are tawney yellow which sems pale l amber because his skin Is actually | darker than his eyes.
 He bent over my hand and set his moist red lips against 1t for mo- ment, but I knew that even while he did this his eyes were on Rosa's
 nocktng face.
 T am delight" he cried. T am I touch beyond measure to meet so l good q friend of Jacqu.ta."
 Rosa's giggied-no less, and with H
 peculiar mixture of scorn and pride ] she explained her cavalier which | Senor Oritz patently is-=to mes
 "Nello's a perfect sweet boy" she said. But about rue he Is silly can be. have taught him his Eng fish. and he speak it pretty wei! con ssderinE I knew so little about your ! language"
 Your pupil is a credit to you,'' said b1and1y.
 Senor Ortiz had strengthened up l and was viewing her with the most | intense admiration. Rosa's eyes were | fixed chaI1engingIy on mine she expressed herself with an English | rather than Spanish accent. She l was showing me what she could do. | And at the same time making 1t clear to me that she wouldn't do 1t unless 1 it happened that she so chose. I knew that she'd go bacak to her | tricks of language whenever she felt | that she sad anything to gain by | doing so.
 |I hope you and Ne1Io are going 1 to be excellent friends" began Rosa and then in a jiffy she changed back to her oddly accented, foreign-sound- | ing speech. T am So glad he-how Eyou say-has made the hit with you at ence,' she 1fsped. "I have no bet- 1 ter friend than Nel1o. It is for me | no friend who has the more unse1- fish interst in what I do and where ! I go."
 Something tn hs1 eyes fmpeI1ed me l to turn mine towards the doorway, l and there stood Mabel Storrs.
 The wornan in whose charge my ] husband hal left his office the woman of serenity and boise III 1 whom he had placed his full trust, swawed in the doorway like a reed to be moved by the hghtest wind that 1 blows. She was chalk white. Even her fins had a pravfsI, casf