The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-07-08

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 CHAPTER 610
 'Is she odious-or am I a supersen- sitive plant?" asked Mabel Storrs as the door closed after Rosa Cordova.
 '1 called her a humming bird, but think my zoology was poor," I re- piled "Carlotta named her kitten. and hers wasn't much better. Is there anything that has both claws and a sting?"
 Mabel replied by asking another question in a tone of immeasurable relief.
 Then you don't think I'm a-cat or knave-for wanting to keep the chair which is symbol Of authority in the office?"
 Jim delegated that chair to you" replied, assuming the completely friendly understanding between us and dropping the formal MT. Harri- son. by which I had named by hus- band until this moment. In silence, then, and without furth- CT comment, we munched our sand wiches and drank our coffee. I was hungry enough to enjoy the feast the little lame lad had provided, but even | if I hadn't wanted to eat I would I have felt that I owed it to Oliver and 1 to Mabel to make up for Rose Cor dova's lack of appreciation. After we had assuaged the first bangs of | hunger and So quieted starved and | clam bring nerves, Mabel returned to the subject we had both been pond CT 1 ing quietly:
 1 Anne, I've never before left SO | common and ordinary and completely 1 nobody-at-all as Mrs. Cordova man ages to make me feel,' she said grave | ly. I'm afraid I proved myself thor ] oughly second-rate by sulking over 1 the glory and honor and position of l which I felt she wanted to rob me-" I You big kid!" I cried. 'T don't l like you a whit less for showing a completely human side and demand | ing your rights As a mttter of fact, | I don't think it would have done for you to yield to Mrs. Cordova. If Jim wished her to be in charge here you'd have received word to that ef- 1 feet. But Jim put you in authority l and you owe it to him to keep your 1 hand firmly on the reins until you get word from him to let someone else do | the driving"
 But didn't you feel that was petty j-Scra pping for a chair?'' insisted Ma | bel.
 l Bless your heart, 'you big, fine 1 woman, of course I don't think you | were petty. You were just quiet and l dignified and it was I who insisted on your being restored to power and to | the chair which seems to be the sym bo1 thereof"
 1 fI hope I haven't turned Mrs. Cor dova against you by making her class you with someone she so evid entW considers a-menia1,'' murmured Ma bel. She's thinking of me as the little innkeeper's niece. I ina zine
 that even our common enemy, Dick
 West, seems to her more her-social
 equal"
 Don't you be a snob!' I warned.
 Keep your head and make that lit
 tie woman respect you. even if she
 does it against her will. Before long
 she must come to realize that the only
 way to defeat Dick West-the only
 way to hold up our end of the bus ; mess while Jim does his work hand
 in hand with her husband-is to fight 1 together-not with each other" ''She won't let us," sighed Mabel
 Every time we tried to pin her down to the exact reason for her coming up here she laughed it off by saving that l she'd come to check up on us-or | that she had access to funds-or tha