The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-02-01
When 4 Girl
 MQrries
By ANN LiISLE
Copyright. 1920. King Features Syn-
 dicate. Inc.)
CHAPTER AIS

The instant Carl Booth rejected my plan for a new department in Hal danes with Anne Harrison in charge, began to realize how much I'd counted on 1t. I replied without en-
 thusiasm: All right, Carl, go ahead.
 Let's hear what you have to say.''
 You sound as thrilled as a fish on
 being invited into a nice new nets chuckIed Carl.
 As he spoke he leaned forward and tapped out his pipe, emptying the ashes with certain purposefulneSS he's always had a way of infusing in- to trivial gestures. I knew perfectly well that while he was apparently ab- sorbed in getting his pipe as clean as
 a modern whi1e-tiled kitchen, he was
 marshaling his facts in order and preparing to railroad his ideas through in the way which has made him such success in the advertis- ing and publishing game. | 'Yes, Your Honor?" I invited. Its like this" said Carl. This l job is several sizes too big for me, | I'm an advertising man-not an edi- | tor, but here I have to sit looking as | serene as Buddha until Loren Hal- | dane, Esq, comes back ito his own.
 And I haven't even an efficient secre-
 tary-just part of the time of a nice 1 girl recruited from the Art Depart-
 ment's busy ranks. Can't you see the | lay of the land yourself, Barbara
 Anne? The blueprint's right in front l of you. Can you read the specifca-- | tions and measurements?" "I can. but they don't 1t," I au- | swered coolIy. rising and starting to fasten the buttons of the coat I'd loosened at my throat. Not good enough ?'' I Carl's voice was almost accusing | as he rose too and faced me severely. Are you trying to make me feel | that I'm a snob now in business | matters?" I asked hastily, half won
 dering if this were indeed so, even
 while was on the verge of emphatic | denial.
 | '.Precfsely!'' interrupted Carl grave 2 | ly. Barbara Anne Lee was one of | the finest girls I've ever known. She found inspiration and chance to do good work as the secretary to MI HaldanG But when Mrs. James Hun ter Harrison makes 8 try at the world of business, she must have editor ia1 position and a department of her own at work under the direction of some one else is too much for that important social personage." Why, Carl Boothg" I cried be- | tween vexation and amusement. l That isn't it-I just thought I'd grown, that I could best serve Hal
 danes in some new capacity''- I stopped in perpIexity. Was a
 word of this true? Hadn't I hesi- 1 tated from that old ignobIe attitude which finds, expression in the chiid's "I won't play if I can't be presi- dent''? Or, the other hand, had
 I been actuated by a queer hesitancy to work at CarPs side? Was I try ing to avoid business intimacy with the one good friend I'd brought
 out of my experience in the world of business? What D6rVerSitY was driving me?
 As I stood facing Carrs quizzicaI
 gaze, wondering how I'd square this with myself, the door opened abrupt
 ly and Miss Brownlow came in with a veXed smile crinkling her brows. '@The Advertising Departments in bad. MT. Booth" she said. '"They need you to pull them out of an ugly hole 1 One of our big contracts is on the verge of cancellation. Appears our client ordered a full page in four colors where he's been carrying sepia
 every month. His publicity man slip : ped up and didn't correct proofs when i they came over sepia. Now there's i a row on. He planes and wants | to cancel the rest of his years con- | tract which has six months to run l And he's over in the Advertising now | mad as a hatter-which he is, and
 on his way here. Get that?" "I do. And it's p!enty,' replied
 Carl, his brows throwing with
 thought.
 A boy poked his head in the door 1 just then announcing in clipped syl-
 fables:
 Miss Brownlaw, wantya in tn Z l Art. 'Twonce."
 As Miss BrownIow fled, the inter- | office phone on CarPs desk began
 buzzing. With smothered ejacu-
 lation. he sank into a chair and seized
 the receiver.
 At this moment the door opened l and in walked harassed looking man, whom I took to be from the 1 Advertising Department. With him
 was a familiar squat, figure. At a glance I recognized Max Hoadley of
 HoadIeys hats-the irate customer, | evidently. who was about to cancel a
 big advertising contract and so put a | blot on Carrs regime as Editor of
 HaIdane's. Not only this but the ! loss of his advertising was one | fancied would hurt MT. Haldane
 financially.
 ''H1o, H'1o, Mrs. Harrison." cried 1 Max Hoadley in the clubbiest or
 fashion What are you doing here., my dear? Didn't I tell you if you
 should come to me, and now from | what that Brownlow lady said and finding you here and all, l guess you're trying to sell something | here"
 "Oh, nop' replied airfiy. "I'ye | just come back to resume my posi- tion as secretary to the editor and general assistant to his whole depart | ment So let's get right down to that matter of the advertising you're go- | ing to withdraw I've still several | minutes to spare before go out to
 keen a luncheon appointment Dn- 1 less. of course you'd rather wait un- til MT Booth finishes his business over the phone
 .Pu deal with you" said Maxi
 Hoadley hoarse1y. and making gal | lant bow which landed him on what i looked like the verge of a fit of apo | pIexy.
 The harassed looking man iadeo