The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-07-12
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When Il Girl Mnrries
By ANN LISLE

will get on SO well. Evidently our
friends on their separal stars have
definite inches for US. Won't it be a
shame if we always disappoint then?''
Mabel turned cooler, creanier
magnolia than ever. Carlotto GRIM
was, to late for Carlotta to explain. re-
tract or do anything to better bad
matters. But it wasn't too late for
Mabel 20 make them worse!
"Oh, we won't always do that" she
said far too patty. The exception
proves the RUE"
ooh, dearI Oh, dear-mei" I
thought discoonsoIately, longing to
box the ears of my two bad girls.
what ever can I do to stop them
from talking at each other like this?"
A break came just then through
Be-tha's announcing dinner. But even
the delicious meal didn't smooth the
rough path. All through dinner it
became increasingly plain that I can't
do anything to force liking where the
seeds of it aren't planted. Trouble In
creased in direct ratio to my efforts to
show my fondness for each Of the
girls. They were punctihously polite
to each other. But there was a rap
Ter quality to their words. Each con-
stantly put the other in the wrong. 1t
was as if each was trying to impress
on me her readiness to be friendly If
only the other would permit it.
These two women have breadth of
| vision and generosity of soul in COM
mon. They ought to be friends. And
| obviously they won't be.
As I watched the growing antagon-
| ism 1 couldn't stem, my mind ramb1ed
| off to the f1ld of my own nisunder-
| standings with Virginia. Maybe we
| also were obviously made to be
| friends. Giving up my useless efforts
| to patch up matters I began to IN
| dulge in my own thoughts. And lis
| tening idly to their desultory conversa-
| ton I realized with new force what a
| 'little rift without the Lutte
| Such little rift OF misunderstand-
| ing might even drive Jim and me
| apart.
| He counts on my friendship with
| Jeanne. He'd hate to have Rosa know
| the facts. No matter how much he
| likes her. she's an outsider not a men,
Der of the sacred Harrison CLAM"
found going through my mind. Soon
er or later, however, Rosa will know
the ugly truth - which Jim doesn't
even suspect We can't count on
many lucky escapes such as we had
this afternoon. must keep from Rosa
Cordova the shameful fact that Jim s
sister doesn't speak to me. I must!''
Stubbornly pretended that I didn't
see what I could do. But as we arose
to go to the sun-par1or for our coffee
made up my mind to do what I'd
been trying to argue myself out OF
all through dinner.
There was only one way to meet the
situation. At the cost of any amount
of snubbing I must telephone Virginia
and ask her to give me an appoint
ment
Just as was parting my lips to ask
to be excused for a moment. Bertha
hurried into the room and, her voice
shaking with agitation, cried out: =
please, Mrs. Harrison. you're want
ed at the telephone"
With thudding pulses I started to
obey the summons. Something in
Bertha's tone alarmed me. AS went
down the hall heard her racing after
me. ] turned and waited, wondering
why she was so agitated by a tele-
phone call.
"It's-I thought you'd want to know
its Mrs. Dalton whispered Bertha
Thank you" I managed to say
composed1y.
But I went on in a daze of fear
| Why should Virginia telephone me
What had happened?
(To Be Continued)