The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-01-30
MA GA ZINE
When fl GirI
 MQrries
By ANN LKSL4R

dress and resolutely rang the eleva-
 tor bell.
 Jim's letter had overjoyed and dis appointed me. It had comforted and hurt me. But. above all, 1t had giv-
 en me courage and & new determina-
 tion.
 I would fight harder for him than
 any other woman in the world could
 fight.
 When I got to the sidewalk I
 squared my shoulders and gave
 Lyons the address of my happy
 honeymoon hotel.
 And this time," I told myself res-
 oIutely, q won't get the room where
 I was once so happy with Jim merely
 because a sentimental clerk remem-
 bers the number. I'll get. it this time
 because I shall ask for it.
 My return to the hotel where Jim and I had our happy honeymoon be- ginnings in the city was dictated by common sense as well as by sentiment. I could sign checks there and charge things-a consummation devoutly to be wished by a woman whose purse contains only two dollars.
 This time I didn't permit myself to get blue over the fact that was back in the first home Jim and had shared. Perhaps this was a little | easier because l couldn't get our old 1 room in spite of the request I made | for it with my whole mind and body 1 taut to carry on my bluff. I really 1 fancied that I wanted to torture my self by returning to the very rose l and cream spot of my past happiness. 1 But I was relieved when the clerk | apologetically told me that 865 was l taken.
 I managed to sleep pretty well con- sidering what I'd gone through and | where I was. A hot bath and Jim's | letter under my pillow may have been the sedatives. I left a call for seven so I'd be early enough to walk over and have a visit with Neal be- fore Phoebe's hour for arriving at his apartment. When got there, however, Nurse Whitcomb begged me to stay only five minutes, as7-.1zo patient was to be allowed to sit up at noon and must save his strength for that great event.
 Five minutes didn't give us time for any dangerous revelations. I had no more than a chance ito kiss Neal a few times and promise to return at the same time next day when I was beckoned out again by the nurse. l wondered what part of her strict at tention to orders was her own idea of how to treat a patient-how much was Phoebes desire to keep Neal and me apart.
 From Meals I set off with high hopes and higher co1or-if a. humping heart can be supposed to bring roses othe cheeks. I was on my way back ( to the world I'd left for Jim-back { to the world of work
 Naturally, I went to Haldane's. I'd kept in touch with the organization $ through the articles Jim did after our marriage, and which myself always t in on "copy day" And my later x1ieffdship with Ina Warren and MT. Haldane and Carl Booth made nae feel , more than ever that going back to Haldane's and asking for a job was like nothing so much going home after a trip to foreign shores. @js
 It was with excitement and hope mingled therefore, that threaded my way through the familiar maze of cor riders. \ smiled to myself at the ( fact that I had the freedom of Hal t danes, while must announce myself now at Jim's office.
 Marching along, tense with excite l nent and dreams, I came at last to the door marked Editor" Opening t it quietly, I went in. A young wo- I man stepped out from a desk near i the door and crossed toward me with i a politely inquiring smile. Then a man T looked up from the desk across the a room. It was Carl Booth. a
 "Carl!' I cried eagerly, forgetting c for the moment why I'd come, "this s is wonderful. I hardly know how to a say I congratulate you in enough t ways or with enough emphasis. But it's wonderful to see you in that h throne chair o
 Carl leaped up and caught my a hands fin his. |
 Barbara Anne!" he creid. This Is S a about the incest minute I've had since getting into the uneasy lies the head b that wears a crown class last week. V The chap they imported at great ex- e pense to sit in this chair fell down h on the job because he didn't have the [ training to make him understand the s editorial policy of the organization. e All I'm doing is sitting here and car n rying out our friend Haldane's ideas. t. I'm not much of an editor. Barbara l. when I'm in the neighbor t hood of such wonderful old man as a Mir. Haldane, study him. See?" S
 Carl smiled his nice, boyish smile and dragging me by the hands he was Il clasptng firmly in his, he led to II a chair costly close to his desk. Then O giving his chair a quick little d hitch. he declared: e
 ''Now, lady, tell a feller why you B come spilling down on him like nice little visitor from Mars-as welcome and as unexpected D
 Its business ehat brings me, Carl sl but wonder if ought to talk about u it now," said uneasily. fl
 Mystery stuff" cried Carl, rubbing f, lis hands wit Ina great show of glee u Don't try to keep a secret from the lc editor, or he'll have to dig it out of O your brain by painless, modern meth b ods" e
 Your being here makes things diff sl ferent" I said slowly. 'I don't want to put you in a difficult position. I L don't want to make you feel that you c, have to accede to my wishes for-old a friendships sake. I want you to know A that I'll take 1t like man if you sa find that the editorial policy you're S, putting in force here makes it impos- W sib1e~" W
 Wait & minute" said Carl, his eyes il darkening as he fixed them keenly on mine Miss Brownlow," he added in tz