The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-09-13
CHATTER 6SS

'tNow guess where we've come
from?" demanded Park, turning his
attention from Ralph Lacy to me,
he pulled out one of the big Dream
void wing chairs with a flourish
and made me at home in the living
room, of which Virginia had appoint
ed me hostess pro tenn.
fWhere do you come from. baby,
dear. out Of the nowhere into the
here?" he detained, with what
seemed just a flourish OF his ire
pressib1e boyishness. No one made
the slightest attempt to answer or
interrupt. And he ranlbled on hap
PLY.
had an idea that he was feeling
very tender toward Ralph Lacy ana
that he wanted to give his friend a
moment to get a grip on himself ana
reality again. mo doubt Park I'M
derstood his friend with a f1neness or
perception that nothing in his big,
seemingly commonplace and very OBJ
vious good looks presaged his pos
sessing.
He conveyed his purpose to me
clearly. 1t was that Mr.. Lacy would
the sooner come into his own again
as the competent and even brilliant
advertising manager of the Star If
something took his mind off the al
most overwhelming perfection of Vir-
ginia's manner. She had been ex-
quisite1y gracious and sweet, like an
ideal realized, and SEEMING for the
moment too good to be true.
So all Parks nonsense was direct
ed to the end of having Ra1pn Lacy
get to the point of taking his recep-
ton for granted, so he could again be
the man of affairs, while Park was
just the happy-go-lucky boy. The
of q feel fhnHHr
in turn toward Wayne Parkinson,
Third.
It worked like a, charm. For after
perhaps minute or even two of pom
dering Ralph Lacy broke into a
| silence which Park offered him with
an eye to the psych illogical moment;
| We'll, I'm calm now But I've
| never had anything bowl me over
the way it did to be given the keys
Of the city, the way they'd just been
| handed over. Mrs. Harrison, know
| ing you is privilege enough for even
| a fine lad like Park. It's size
| or bigger than 1 deserve. And
| the way it opens doors!"
Say! Don't tell Mrs. Anne H1ar-
| rison that the open doors of any
| country estate are more important
! than a handshake from ner," broke
| in Park with laugh. Because
| they am not
"Right-o, my hearty" chuckled
! Ralph Lacy "When I get senti
mentla I don't crate very well. 1
sound like the sweetest bits OF your
Ivy Grafton meant to summon tears
| and which prove sure-fire laugh pro-
| ducers instead
you = sentimental?' chuckled
| Park. MY eye! Well all be doing
! it If the cold b1ooded man who
| chucks out copy with a, sweep of
| blue pencil falls for the old home
stuff
And then my somewhat overtaxed
sense of humor failed. I've never
known men like these two before.
| suppose 7 failed to grasp the COM
| p1ete p1ayfuIness of the lions cub love
taps they gave each other.
| IT think you both have lovely senti-
ments,'' said school-girlishly and in
a tone worthy of white muslin and
blue ribbons instead of advertis-
ing consuItant. Your attitude
toward Miss May is one of the most
charming things I've ever seen. just
to be a party to it is a privilege. SO
tell me what you've done for her
now"
Thanks awfully," cried Park. "for
not thinking we've given our aunt
the cold shoulder in order get IN
right with her beautiful young boss.
Some women would have been just
vain enuogh for that
(To Be Continued)
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