The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-15
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When 4 Girl Marries
By ANN LESLIE.

fort to-console yourself. Isn't 1t pretty Ionesome?"
 T might be desperately even unendurab1y-lonely if I didn't have my work" I replied soberly.
 Then smiled up at Daisy equaIbly. I didn't purpose to let her ruffle me- Of course I'd come to realize how vital it Is for a business woman to possess poise-poise, and yet more poise. But there was more to 1t than that. I had a definite impression of terrific unrest and lack of po1se in Daisy. sensed som mething churning about in her mind and soul - some thing she might not be willing to dis cuss with me but which I might be able to effect for her. good if only I spoke to her in what Walt Whitman has called the right voice." If found the right voice-the right note the attitude to which she could re- 1 spond-it might be possible for me to | save Kate's little sister from the hid den menace which felt hanging over | her.
 tMy work keeps me too busy for | philandertng or for plying myself | Not that I'd have much respect for | myself if did either, even if I had l all the 1ive1ong day hanging heavy on ] my hands, I said quietly. ''Sft hero | beside me and let's have a heart-to- heart talk-somehow I'm just in the mood"
 Are you?' Daisy said with an air | that couldn't have been called ent1u- siastic. Don't ask me to sit on that chest. I couldn't
 ''It is hard.' I replied. rising and | linking my arm in hers. Let's find 6 more inviting spot for twosing.''
 I found myself wondering if Daisy had seen the picture of Irma- If the
 
 concerned with Loren Ha1dans'S niece. I wasn't left long in doubt. With an intentness which I'd g1impsed once or twice before in the ordinarily colorless Daisy, she flung out to naAs
 'I b1undered into that chest this
 morning when Mrs. Hill was busy with the Sunday dinner Our TomIn4a seems to be collecting newspaper c1ip-
 pings of all the people he's ever me4
 Would you be interested in seeing
 them? He's evidently not trying to-z
 hide anything
 "Why should he be2" asked wfS1S = deliberate innocense. v I felt myself on the verge of a so-
 lution-a1most in a position to dis l l cover which of the two girls who seemed so very much in Toms life
 was the one he had called the real . girl-his dream girl. Now Daisy S tossed her head and gazed at me
 through narrowing eyes. l, You haven't seen the contents of o the chest, then?" she demanded u ''The contents? Dear me. mo-" ]
 answered with measured truthful 5. ness. I lifted the lid and glanced T inside, but I didn't make a tour o1 D the premises
 r "Of course you wou1dn'tf' ,. beamed Daisy. There are so man, I things you wouldn't do. Heighho d I'm glad I'm not like that. I some g times think there's nothing = wouldn't do to get what I want O e life-nothing."
 'Tf I thought you meant that. rt d trenble,' I replied lightly. 1T But Daisy turned on me with blaz tt ing eyes.
 h 'fPd never steal anything from yo, v- or try to-again," she cried pas
 sionately. 'But Fate has a way O l. taking from me what I want mos. 10 Why shouldn't I do all can to re u cover-what ought to be nine?'' Ana d now let's go in and join the others le she added with a sudden dying dow ID of energy.
 re She was the little grain of duA ts again.
 f. CTo Be Continued.)