The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-05-23
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When A Girl M0rries
By ANN LESLIE.

I He said that with the exception of his mother I was the only person who had ever been good to him. I took l him to my boarding house and got l him 8 room. There was nothing to
 it." she said apologetically. 'T was just paying back a little of what I l owed his mother"
 You dear thing!" burst from me You would feel just that way 50 would you.'' chuckled Mabel. | 'rThat's why you understand my do- 1 ing it. I've a notion that it will turn out some day to be a lucky thing that
 I did take Diver in with me" How" I cried impatientIy. l ''Wait!" she replied. I'm coming l to that. Having the kiddie who was sort Of my own folks, ought to have given me something to tie to-some- thing to steady me-but it didn't I ached to see Dick agadn--to find out | if the girl I'd glimpsed him with was anything to him. And one noon on my way to lunch I ran right into | him. He was alone this time. What do you think he did?''
 l He ran away''-
 ''No, not he. Not Dick West. He walked up to me as brazen as you please and said I was more of a good locker than he'd remembered | from the last time he saw me. In | Galveston, wasn't it?' he demanded, | fixing his eyes on me and twisting l that dark mouth of his so that one l corner leaned bit harder than usual against his teet h. And I said that it | had been in Galveston I hadn't the ! courage to deny it, for fear he'd go l off in a rage to the other girl. That swept Tampico and the night he'd l drugged my poor old great uncle right out of existence.
 | After that I saw more and more | of him. He'd telephone just we | were sitting down to dinner at the l boarding house, and all tired out as I'd be from the days work, I'd rush l out and meet him. Soometimes he'd | send me into the seventh heaven of
 delight by asking me out for a. Sun l day in the country, and perhaps when 1 I was all ready-trembling with eag- 1 erness for the hour when he'd come he'd telephone and say that busi-
 ness kept him from seeing me. He | tortured me-
 Her lips twisted a bit at the mem 1 ory, but f1inging her head a bit | higher, she went on in a steady | voice:
 '"Then he told me he wanted me
 to meet his new partner. That if I | made hit with MT. Harrison there | might be a place for me in the of l flee. Don't start, Anne. There was | no reflection on your husband in that | it was just an expression of Dick Vests crookedness. What he ex- pected I don't know. But he had
 me to come in to the office one noon, and he insisted on taking me out to | lunch, inviting MT. Harrison in a way | that made it impossible for your hus- i band to refuse without beIittling me l sham nefuIly.
 1 Lunch was pleasant enough-and 1 from the first I liked MT. Harrison i But in the middle of things the girl
 I'd seen with Dick-the girl I envied | so bftter1y--came into the room. She | was alone. looking for some one ev- | tdently- Suddenly she spied us. And she came straight to our table. The
 men arose, greeted her and MT. liar | rison asked her to stay with us. She l agreed, saving that her sister had | promised to be there, but evidently | wasn't coming. Just as Mr. Harri- son was beginning the introduction | which Dick had made point of not performing, the person for whom she was waiting came and she futtered | away. Dicks eyes followed her. It 1 made me wild with rage just to see | him look at that pretty little thing. | "The girl was Phoebe Harrison.'
 (To Be Continued)