The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-10-13
When A Girl
 Marries
By ANNE LISLE.

l with my discovery that for him the world revolved around Rosa Cordova and that he didn't care who knew it., "Rosa-is my an." he saId sITnpiS.| Her wish is my wish. She is the | wife of & fine man who does not know what a precious flower Is his. 1 He loves her. But he does not pre- tect her. I am nothing to her 'bur H ! boy who shall be there when she l whistles But 1t Is for me enough | that lam there.'
 1 You're a wonderful boy!" I cried 1 forced to admire feeling my oeepsr 1 Instincts protested was all wrong. You're too good to waste on a love l that brings you nothing -" 1 Ut brings me aI1," said young Man ] uelo Ortiz reverently. q have a good | woman to worship. I can try 10 l protect her from the evil women -" Which dosen't include Mabel 1 storrs!" I protested sternly. T tell | you that in judging Mabel storrs you | show the one sign of unworthiness 1 there Is in this whole queer. twisted l perverted business. I'm to accept the | fact that you're in love with white l angel who is another mans wife. You can't accept the generous, 1 uncalculating madness of a girl who l was ready to cast in her life with 1 thief and who was fine enough to l fight to get away from the man she 1 loved when she found his love wasn't l reverent Mabel Storrs ran from Dick West in horror when she found he wasn't thinking of taking her to l the priest"
 1 I finished on low note. It hurt | me to use Mabers own words. I re- menlHoered how they had been wrench | ed from her. To 8 woman of her l pride and nobility this confession l must have ben torture. There sem ! cd 1oc nF ! very words The fact that I was do- ing 1t to fight her battle didn't help l particularly.
 But an astonishing change came over the young Mexican. Suddenly l he softened. His face became pen l scive. After a moment he flashed a look of complete understa nding. l 'The dog!" he cried. So 1t was l she who made to get away. She l wanted he should take her to the priest and he would not. 4 good | woman is one who thinks of the priest 1 when another would be thinking of her heart. I am wishing that since it is against the desire of my Rosa that your Mabel should be by the office of Senor Harrison that he comes home soon to decide. Otherwise I am per haps not in so great a hurry-for me, myself. For you. yes. may be it is good he should come"
 l I wanted to cry out a demand that Senor Ortiz tell me just what he meant by the words that were open to so queer an interpretation. But he
 had picked up his wide felt com
 brero and was holding it with an air 1 that betokened departure.
 l ''I go now,'' he said. 1T have some l thing I do for Rosa. From me you may tell Miss storrs that she has ] nothing to fear. I saw nothing. ! n n 1 this: It Is that a, good woman who l would go to the priest with bad man is-stiH a good woman. When I thought there was evil, the knowing
 of it does not come to Rosa. from me. ! Now I am from you sure there Is | evil why should I not leave the dogs to sleep? I say to you adios, senor7a.' l With sweeping bow he turned and ! made his way to the door, and stroGe 1 so rapidly across the outer office that
 I could not make any pretense Of see l ing him out.
 ! At once I went to the telephone | and called Mabel Storrs. I wishec | to reassure her, and felt that l could put my message in terms that would
 not betray anything to a. listener
 Then it occurred to me that it was
 most decidedly lunch time and that l as Mabel and I had made an equally ! bad go of breakfast, we might as well ! iunCn together. Id0 no IedE lHdt 1 she was out.
 I could fancy her sitting glued to | the telephone until some message ! came from me to relieve the tension ! of her fears They had been we7T
 grouided except for one thing. With
 great admiration realized that
 whatever it was which 1notivated him, 1 there still had never been one chance
 in the world that Manuelo Ortiz I would tell Rosa what he had seen
 and suspcted-that night in Durango. l Mabel was in. We lunched to-
 gether, and her deep satisfaction in
 my account of Manue1o Ortiz's be-
 havior made me very glad that had
 ben abel 10 set her right in his eyes
 Anne" she cried. How nnucn
 surer one becomes as the years go on
 that black isn't always black. nor
 white always white. I know now that
 they're both so often gray --
 "I had a similar thought, I con--
 'fessed. But I didn't put 1t so color
 fully.
 "Yes." Mabel went on as if to her
 self 'fHere is Rosa Cord ova, little
 vixen of creature. with no goo0 mo-
 tives that we can see. Much as re-
 sent the idea Of her having so many
 masculine interests outside her own
 house and lot. I can't help feling
 that it's pretty fine to inspire the
 feeling young Ortiz has TOT neft
 Then she added ruefully. "1 suppose l
 have to be doubly grateful because his
 respect for her kept him from telling
 her what manner of - person he
 thougf1t me"
 And now that he knows what
 manner of person you really are, he
 won't talk about you to her, either,
 added, trying to tighten the sombre-
 ness knew was c1ouding MabeFs vls~- n tried
 throw it off He has nothing to gain l by telling her that - he reverences
 you also now-as is your due"
 You dar1ing!" said Mabel. '1 feel
 as if were waking from a bad dream.
 But I couldn't stand much more toe 1 day"
 aYou don't have to-" declared. 1