The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-05-02
When A Girl
 Marries
By ANNE LESLIE

l in mine. You know that nothing woul suit me better than to furnish your apartment as sort of a sisterly loan and then suhlet it as we did be- fore. But Know better than to per sist. So I'll just find you tenant as soon as can. And-now that we've come to the end of our business dis cussion- how many votes have We for going down to the evening meal ?"
 I'm ready for some good home cooking, lady,''/ I replied, trying to talking airily as if there were noth- ing in the world to worry me. T had milk chocolate and a sandwich for lunch. All of that
 soberly as we tratled down the stairs arm in arm. ''Is everything going smoothly, Anne?"
 | i've plenty of business. Too many clients, maybe.'' confessed evasively. 1 .. Not looking for any friendly ad- Vice, are you dear? know how that if you happened to need some and didn't like the fornaltties of bor- l rowing from a bank you might ret the Dalton Sturgtes Corporation stand l by. Does that appeal to your" I I squeezed Carotta'S arm cozily to show how much appreciated her at titudie But nothing could have been further from my thought than to l | fairs-and I didn' see how I could | prevent this if I were to accept Car l lotta's offer. There were also Neal to | consider. He and Phoebe would be coming back before long. and I didn't purpose to let any worries over his | big sister cloud my NeaPs happiness Of course, I couldn't give Carlotta any inl1ling of the truth. So I said coo1y:
 Oh, my dear. how could I need to borrow money? I've three big ac- counts and I'm expecting to be a rich lady some day."
 All of which was perfectly true as far as it went but it gave Carlotta no hint of the truth beneath the sur face facts. In another minute her
 mind was diverted by the orte thing 1n the world which could have switched her interests from those of friend before she'd settled that
 As we reached the foot of the stair case. one of the maids, who had pust answered the door, came toward us with a letter on her tray. Naturally, as mistress of the house, it was Car lotta who took the letter. But in a second she passed it to me. Her face had gone staring white. I hardly needed to glance at the envelope to know that it was from Tony and was addressed to me.
 In silence we proceeded to the table. While I pondered the crossed out addresses which told of forward il,g. Carlottaa busied herself with di- rect1on to Bertha who was waiting on table After moment I ripped open the letter with the prongs of a fork and ran my eye hastily down the brief page of queerly marked caaraeterS: eisi1 1,te Tony, manages to write ually and as if I didn't know perfect ly well that Carlotta was quite aware who my correspondent was: if you like"
 ''Please-if you don't mind sharing it, mur1nured Carlotta with an elab- orate attempt to be natural
 So read:
 Dear Anne: Vital tidings these-so I'm sending them along to make up for all the letters haven't written you this trip. lotta Sturges shared the letter apiece which is the least I ever do for a g0od friend, when off a tripping I'll find you in the same splendid and resplendant condition of mind and being in which I found our Betty ana In whioh-alas for human vanity-f left her. Maybe Jim is back in the o!d haunts In which case know all about the smi1e-that-won't-com the Fair face of his Lilac Princess. No will find the excuses need in order to get you to lunch with me at least once a: week ad inhnitum? Greetings to all the folks We have the happy n-aS were. Faithfully yours. Anthony And that's au?'' rnurmured Car Iotta dolefuFy
 There isn't any more" added striving for smile. at least
 But got nothing resembling a sn11le. s111 Instead a bleak and dole hands and for a second Car1otts shook with hushed sobs.
 oh. my dear!" I said, running | around the table to put my arms | about her. My dea-don'.pl please | Truly. it isn't.''
 '.It isl" gasped CarIotta. Its as 5 bad and worse, I thought once I letter-the casual mention of Betty | and Vtrginia-and that Carlotta | Sturges. more than I know | how to bear. I think I've always | hoped against hope. But now see | how little I count. Pm alone and | he was sorry for me, so he wrote | once. But never again"
 D1o you answer his letter." I | asked, struggling for a practical | angle on the many-cornered situa-
 Yes" confessed ,carlotta, And feel. was so desolate-so stricken. And was so afraid of the Honeli- ness l feel staring me in the face. rear sort or gave myself away. | And he hasn't answered That | ShoWs now little he cares But | didn't realize it until this letter came to you without a message without a word for me-"
 stared at Carlotta in astonish- n'ent: Then I burst out in honest re- lieved laughter.
 Why. you dear big baby He's never had your letter It missed him somehow. He hurt, too, it tie maybe, because you didn't an- swer- Don't you see if your letter had reach him he'd know I'm lfy- | ing here? But this note of mine is all scraw1ed over with forwardfng 
 "Anner' cried Caroltta- seizing my hand and laying her face against 1t
 Just then Bertha's voice sounded | from the doorway
 Lyons. if you please Mrs liar r1son- I took him into the library as you bade me do.''