The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-07-10
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 "Where's Phoebe?' cried. where's your wife, NeaI?" For hap py moments I'd been close in the arms of the darling brother I love so de- votedly-the brother I haven't seen since his runaway marriage. I'd said nothing, content to have Neal hold me in his big-brother arms. But now I thought of Phoebe, the little sweet heart I haven't seen since she became Meals wife.
 You blessed Babbsiet" cried Neal. Then, just as he raised his voice to call her, in ran Phoebe, her arms out stretched. her face beaming.
 "Babbsie." she laughed using Meals name for me. "Babbsie, you dear heard you say my name. I heard you asking for me almost before you'd had a word with Neal, If that isn't just like you"
 The rest was lost in a hug, and then we three joined hands and did ring around-a-rosy dance right there in Pat Dalton's office. Then the world forgetting" and grateful because we seemed also "by the world forgot" we sat down and talked hard. The newly-weds were the dear sweet kiddies they've always
 
 tions. all good tidings from Father Andrew, all delight because Nears wound had healed almost without a scar.
 When you weren't at the station this morning I could have cried" de- clared my stalwart young Neal, who wouldn't conceivably have wept under | and circumstances. And I did, giggled Phoebe.
 
 | leaving word for you to call us at the 1 ex-bachelor apartment of Neal Hyla nd and wife-which you didn't. Next we | reported here and got Pat on your l trail. But when you didn't even show | up to lunch with us we decided thai l Babbsie must be a myth-a condition | contrary to fact.
 But just we got ready to declare | openly, there ain't no such animal, 1 Pat proved you were still on earth, , | explained Neal, while Phoebe beamed as if he she were saying all this bet | ter than anyone else possibly could have put it.
 Good for Pat!" I cried; "but wher, | is hep
 | "Oh, he discovered that he had i'm portant business with Carlotta over a | the Sturges Construction Co. offices | giggled Phoebe, ''and off he trotted- | the lambi ito give us a cozy littl | three-cornered visit without even hi | kindly eye to bother us. Oh, Babbsie I'm so happy! Do you suppose an, | other girl was ever so happy?" | tNo." I replied with mock gravity 'I don't Probably no one could real ly be as happy as you think you are | But I suppose every bride does a sim | liar line of thinking"
 Not every bride can have so mucl reason for thinking she's happy There's only one Neal" said Phoebe with a sweet simplicity that kept he words from sounding silly. Then wit a quick thoughtfulness she exclaime ed Now we've talked lot about you brother: so suppose we talk abou mine. What ho, Babbsie Harrison | I demand news of Jimi' You shall have it and plenty" cried. "But it isn't very direct new of Jim. It's only-about his inter | ests."
 Then I told them of my growth friendship with Mabel Storrs, of tn 1 flight of Dick West and, finally, O the coming of Rosa Cordova. Blu couldn't bring myself to mentio Dad Lee. The very sound of his nam would arouse sinister memories fo these two who haven't been afraid t take their happiness at any risk. Flo even now we can't feel that Neal has legal right to Father Andrews nam, The dear, boys face clouded at tn