The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-08-26

AS LO WkldL klnO OI a nuSDaE0 I'll Miss Smith will just have % trust to i-k on that.'
 "And you will have to take the same chance on her.
 .'Certainly. but I'm not worried You zee, I'm not taking a chance at that. l Her letters-any girl who wrote. like | she did Is the right sort. A girl might fool a man with her talk, but when she sits down to write, her real self creeos into 1t. She mt help. For self revelation give ne a letter every time. And Maud Smiths letters rang true as stee!-"
 There was a rustic at the door. It swung open and Kittie stepped into the room in all the resp1endent charm of a black evening dress that hal come from the hands of a modiste of genius. ss~~
 Sprogset came to his feet a1tomat- tca11y.
 Maud Smith feminine eye resented Kittte's dating transformation. yet it told her with absolute accuracy that the telephone girl had struck the right note in dress. The gown, the style of her hair. the graceful poise with which she moved, were perfect It was sad but true-Kittte was a bewilder1ng mixture of natural charm, of good clothes and taste.
 The girl put behind her the spon- taneo1is impulse to fly toward the magnet who waited her. smi1ing1y. Consciously, she controlled her voice. 1t and softcned 1t until it was a fair imitation Of Miss Smiths sm mooth, rich intonation.
 'Miles-at last"
 He advanced toward her and took her hand in his. One white arm coi1ed frankly around his neck.
 Maud, dear" he murmured.
 With a sharp intake of breath that was plainly audible, Maud Smith turned her back and walked to the window.
 There came to her ears the soft rustling swish of bodies in close em- brace. There was a brief period of silence - then. the age-o1d. almost imperceptib1e sound of lips upon lips.
 They broke apart. somewhat con fusedly, Kitue. woman-like. darted a hand to arrange her hair, Sprogget strengthened his tie.
 It was the woman who spoke first.
 'Tt seems too good to be true. Miles-after all this waiting"
 tTts all real. though he said in rapid recovery. Its a dream come true"
 Kittie sank into a. chair and smiled, with a happy feeling of possession. You can't get away from that" she remarked, with a trace of her real self. You're there forty ways, Miles"
 Maud Smith turned toward them from the window, a touch of ipaI1or on her face. "I feel as though I'm intruding." she said. bravely forcing a smile. 'If you don't mind think shall put on my wraps and go out to dinner" ''we dine together this evening-the three of us.''
 'I should say she is going!'' Kittie exclaimed. We're not goin' to let you take the air alone, deary. on a big night like this.'
 "Please!" he coaxed. It was a gen. tie request. yet Maud Smith felt she had not the power to protest further. He mentioned a quiet fashionable ho- tel.
 Lay off that place." Kittie urged quickly. Its a morgue - no jazz there. no jazz. If you want a little Then, in explanation:
 'They tell me it's a live spot. That's s what I've heard"
 s'Right-oi" Sprogget agreed readily
 ''Tl1 frame it." said Kitty. as she moved to the teleph one.
 The sham Kittie, the poseur, slip ped from her as a cloak falls to the floor. She got the manager of Swan heimer's On the wire and told him ex- actly what she wanted. Uncon- sciously, she slipped into her bred-in- the bone vernacular. After a great start, Kittie had blown up-that is, as a conventional lady"
 Make 1t a table for three and pick out a waiter with brains. Maybe you had better put the head waiter, him self, on this job, old sport None Of your amateur soup spiMers need ap- p1y-get me?? Now listen, friend, don't start to stall that you can't do it-no. nothin' but the best or every thing goes. Better put a dozen American Beauty roses on the table, too-six-thirty, good-by."
 "You got to talk to 'em that way" she informed Sprogget. ''They don't understand you up there 1T you speak like a lady" "'Certainly-I understand" he agreed politely.
 CT suppose we'll want a taxi?"
 ''Surest thing you know" he assur- ed her.
 Miss Smith started to make an apology for her afternoon frock. Don't worry. you're grand" Kittie declared. Don't stop to change. I'll get a machine right now" Im- mediately she got a connection.
 fSend us a limousine taxi with lap robes and eyerythng-none of your curbstone brands. pa1-and see that the drivers in uniform. No, we don't want 1t by the trip, we're charterin' t-sptn her along, now, spin her along!"
 In the interval. while the girls were getting into their wraps, Sprog- get found an opportunity to speak Q Miss Smith for a moment unheard by Kittie who was n the bedroom for a final inspection of the mirror. tShe doesn't seem like the same girl who wrote those letters" he said lowly. Physically. she's really good looking. and she's full of spirit, but still-"~
 The entrance of Kitty, however, ar- rested whatever her fiance was about