The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-08-15
CHAPTER 65S

don't know where she's going to get that anchor"
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 You can't mean what think you mean," gasped, groping about for some way of avoiding the thought back of Toms words.
 For reply. he buried his face in his hands again and fairly sroaned. I'm rotten!" he managed to ar- ticulate at last Nothing short of that accounts for me. I had ell the | like Daisy Condon think I was desir- | able-money. pretty things. a hair for beauty. I used 'em. too. got her l more interested than intended. That 1 I VOW. And then she found out there | was another girl-one I'd naturally | want to marry. She knew I was g. sport. aand she decided was a snob, | too. Irma has family, position, mon ey, tradition-everything Daisy I hasn't She has nothing to fight with l-xcept just her poor little self" 1 '.I see." I interrupted. sadly. | 'I'u make sure you do," Tom went l on doggedly. We had a bad time of l 1t before could get her to believe didn't-want anything she could of- fer. had a job of it sending her away. But when she saw did not care as she did she went That's all. l What I've got to know is where she went, and-what happened after she got there."
 From Mason" exclaimed You're morbid. And still given to over-es- timating your charms. Now listen while I scold. Daisy Condon is a nice, square. decent girl. You've called her kid. That's what she is. She idealized you, You're all the things she considers wonderful and worth while. You brought beauty and lux ury into her life. And the efiecient excellent husband. She considered you the most eligible parti she'd ever met. And, being good business woman, she went after you. And failed to win. So guess she thought she had better go off and do her blushing in private. And that covers the situation and her disappearance. There's no heart-break in this. I'll stake a lot on my diagnosis.''
 I hope you're right!" cried Tom.
 "But you'd like to add that you fear I'm wrong," sniffed. You're an incorrigible pessinist. Now we'll stop being maudlin over the fact that a silly kiddie thought she wanted to marry you, and we'll set about finding her and bringing her hone.''
 And if we get her-what will we do with her. asked Tom Imply.
 Put her back to work and let her get over her nonsense,' I replied, without showing the qualms I felt concerning the advisability of having | Daisy come back to the studio.
 The Tom astonished me He seem ed to go through some process which | tossed to the winds the white feather he'd been obviously wearing
 Let's get busy and find the child, p he said practically. Whether or not drove her away doesn't matter. What counts is that she's gone. There ought to be someone likely to know where Let's find that someone. Ii we can't, we'll have to call in the police. There's nothing to be gained by sitting here bowling about what I'll do when she's founA The thing to do is find her,
 I'll call Carl Booth again. re. piled adding carefully:
 Daisy aIways-admired Carl. Il we find him he may be able to give us a clue. You know he kept track of her all during the time didn' see or hear thing from her.
 ''Go to it. will you?" asked Tom Give Booth a ring. He's your ma, t-old friends and all that. Don think I'm trying to shift fresponsi bility. The thing is to get thing done. And in view of our last inter view I,cou1dn't face the kid now.
 talked like Dutch uncle She hate me for it. She'd run deeper for cove if she thought I was on her trail-''
 Of course, Tom had no way c dreaming that I was about as anx ious to talk to Carl as he was to in terview Daisy. If there was any hu nor in the situation, however, it es caed me. With qualms of variou sorts put in the cali for the old frietl who has offended he so gravely b forgetting that Jim Harrison's wifi wants nothing but the most casus friendship from me. When Carl voice came over the wire I didn know whether to feel relieved or n1is erable.
 sBarbara Anne!" he cried, 9Th is greatI I can't tell you how m it is to hear your voice. ls ther anything I can do for your
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