The Bridgeport times and evening farmer. (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1918-1924, 1922-06-05
When A Girl M0rries
BY ANN Isle.

boring Mr.. Derringforth's declaration
that he'd never before done newspa-
per advertising.
The account must be met If we're
to 60 on with the advertising" came
back the memorable voice. "As I
tell you. it has run for months"
"II have to see Mr.. Derringforth
I ventured. "Of course I expect to
pay you at once for the daily adver-
Using which myself placed with
YOU But don'tl you think you ought
to go on carrying that on the principle
that the two accounts are separate
and to be met individually" asked
ct think we might do that" the
voice agreed.
May I know to whom I'm speak
ing?'' L asked. I'D like to be in a
position to deal with you throughout
these negotiations"
Mr.. Lacy. Glad to do whatever
L can to serve you, Mrs Harrison" re-
turned the man.
1 turned from the telephone in
mental turmoil Mr. Derringforth
had told me. in what I considered
perfectly good faith, that he'd never
done any newspaper advertising and
so hadn't any credit with the papers.
This was what had determined me to
carry his advertising along with his
other debts to me for services rem
dered. I hated to feel that this quiet
tense little man with such honest eyes
had deliberated deceived me and had
twisted the truth to suit his own pur-
poses.
For minute I was tempted to try
to reach him over the telephone to
discover If he could give me some as
surance that he hadn't intended to
deceive me. It seemed as if there
must be some explanation, and yet I'd
had his assurance that the newspaper
campaign I was starting represented
his first advertising in the press. 1
searched my mind for his exact
phrases and found myself digging
them up from that steady old mem
Dry of mine.
I remembered my own protest
against running my business on a
basis of taking the cash and letting
the credit go-and then Mr.. Derring-
forth's precise words came to me-
DO you mind doing me this cour-
tesy?" he had asked with a trace of
asperity. I've never one any news
paper advertising-which means that
I'd either have to go to some trouble
establishing charges and credits with
the papers, or else pay spot cash. And
1 can't now"
1 was angry-furiously angry for
minute. I resent having people lie
to me. Then suddenly I rem ember-
ed how gray and stricken Mr.. Der
ringforth looked the day he sent for
me and begged me to carry the ex-
penses Of advertising his mark-down
sale. He'd been compelled to let his
publicity man go. He'd confessed
that he was a quarter of an inch this
side Of an assignment.
Perhaps I'm not the right sort of
business woman. Perhaps a little
more rutthlessness actually would be
efficient But, no matter how dearly
my liberation costs me, I can't throw
man like Mr.. Derringforth over
board. For suddenly L realized that
he'd told what was at least techni-
cally true. A Sunday supplement is
a magazine" In his desperation the
poor man probably had been driven
to this bubble.
Now, more than ever, I felt my need
of Carts help. But I determined to
get it without belittIing Mr.. Derring-
forth. After all, I'm not cornered
I'm not desperate. And, no matter
how broad my federation of other
folks fighting methods. 1 can't let my
self demand help of Carl, because the
client he got for me isn't proving
easy to handle.
(To Be Continued)