The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-01-31
When 4 Girl
 M0rries
By ANN LESLIE.
Copyright. 1920, King Features Syn
 dicate. Inc.)


 eagerly. seizing on the proofs and fairly rushing from the office.
 'sNow that the stenographer I've had to borrow from the head of the art department has gone her efficient and willing way" said Carl. 'I can talk turkey to my old pal. Whats the job you came in here to get, Barbara Anne--and why don't you feel as free to tell me about it as you would have been if a stranger had sat at this desk?"
 'If a stranger sat at the editorial desk of Haldane's, Carl" 1 replied very soberly in answer to my old friends natural desire to know what had brought me to the office, 'I could put my proposition to him as a bus mess matter and be sure I'd get business answer"
 Well, like that" chuckled Carl. Are you assailing my business Acu- men or judgment or some such thing?'"
 "No-Oh, no!' began earnestly; but Carl cut in, his tone perfectly matching my mood and manner.
 Then, eff you have faith in my business ability and in my judg- ment, Barbara Anne, what under the sun stop you from laying before me the proposition that brought you m noTe Id1Ely N1l1 per anu enthusiasm? You woment have me lashed to the mast when it comes to trying to figure out your mental pro cesses.'
 Its like this," I explained care fully. What have to say should be put before stranger who'll judge the matter co1dly on its merits or else my idea should be put up to MT Haldane. who knows my merits.''
 Don't I-know your merits?" ask ed Carl in a queer. subdued voice
 ''Of course you do-as a pal ol a big sister. But I've never worked in your department. You might turn down my idea because you're gener- ous and oversanguine about a good friend.'
 Barbara Anne, quit being so darn feminine and be human," broke in Carl.
 'How-what do you mean?" ask ed, a little affronted at his abrupt ness.
 Look here-Tm advertising man ager of this magazine. While the ed itor and chief owner, on whose wise policies the magazine has been mold ed for years, is off on trip to which a hard worker like him is darn well entitled, I find myself railroad ed by circumstances into his chair and his shoes. Where do you think my business loyalty puts my heart and soul? I'll tell you. Lady. Wher- ever they can do most good to Loren Haldane and his fine, conservative old magazine. So if my mother and si- ter and wife-preSuming had one of the blessed dearS-au came in here clamoring for some change that wasn't for the good of the Haldanes, I'd darn near risk the divorce court In fo, i1xr ~iR R-1ln h than slack on my present duty- Get me, Barbara Anne?''
 reached over and patted Car1's hand in the sisterly way I've always treated the nice. clean, big blond boy
 You're the squarest, whitest lad I've ever known" I said. with the feeling of being years older than this adopted brother of mine, which had always added to my sense of kin ship. "Of couse you would not listen to a proposition which didn't have the germ of something good for the shop in it. And of course you'll be just as impersonal and give me just jul dicial a hearing as if you'd never seen me before So here goes. me lad
 "Just minute, Lady" Carl laugn- ed. You don't mind if I get all ship-shape to Hsten?' So saying he pulled out his fnevit- able old briar pipe, filled 1t with care full pokings of his trUmb and lighted it with an air of concentration I thought rather amusing. AS soon as he was comfortably drawing at the pipe. I began:
 Tn the nature of things, [ might be expected to come back to work, some day. Most women who've liked their jobs do.''
 Carl puffed away inscrutably al his pipe and made no reply, so I went on,
  against any implication that my being here reflected on Jim. couldn't bear Carl to have even the tiniest suspicion that Jim had failed me either f1nan- cially or emouonally and that was coming back to work to make up for such a lack.
 From the beginning, MT. Haldane and I tactitly understood that I might be like most girls who've had more to occupy their lives than dressmak- CTS appointments and bridge-and discover that those things don't fill day very happily And now l find that during my husbands absence on business trip of somewhat trying
 Don't talk like the precepts in the copy-book." broke in Carl dryIy. Your husbands away. You've a marketable ability. You want to bring it to the market place. I'm not here to pass on the wisdom or your plan. If you wanted advice, you'd have said so when you came in. What You came here for Is a business op- portunity. That's perfectly clear. Now, lady, tell me what it is.''
 At first I hadn't an ambition be- yond my old secretarial job" l said. Then I began to look about and study the women's magazine. And I thought there might well be a new department here. A sort of feminine rocking-chair editorial column"
 With you in charge" said Carl tersely in the crisp and quick way I was beginning to recognize his bus mess manner. "I like it fine, but I don't think I've a right to introduce innovations in a conversatfve old monthly like Haldane's. If the old