The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-08-24
When A Girl
 Marries
By ANNE LESLIE.

the acQua1ntanCe between InS TWO men seemed hardly to justify. so fuss and feathers Just the flower ing of romance into the ultra-roman- tic secret wedding.
 Thank you,' was all Carl said. He seemed determined not to respond. Perhaps he was unable to. But when he turned to me his eagerness put an accent his previous aloofness toward Tom.
 "And you, Anne?' he demanded. Wont you give me the sort of con gratulations a man wants at mo- ment like this? The good wishes of an old pal, I mean
 "I do,'' I cried forcing myself in turn, so that my voice took on a brightness I felt was almost metal lie. "I've known Daisy a long time and I've come very close to her, So, having two such dear friends form close corporation, sort of gives me a chance to concentrate my attention very pleasingly.''
 Words. words, words! That's what we were exchanging-skirting facts and using language to conceal our real feelings. Tom and I knew that Daisy had once been set on marrying him. We knew also that she had forgotten many traditions of woman ly dignity in order to make him realize that she cared for him-and cared to the point of desperation
 This was brutally clear in both our minds, because Tom had so re- gently been compelled to reveal it to me. Daisy's disappearance had un- doubted1y been closely connected and interwoven with her disappointment at realizing that Tom didn't care for her, and that there was no way she could force his love.
 Twice Tom had been brutally frank about this. I wondered if he had revealed to Daisy as to me that he cared for Irma- The fury of the woman scorned in a proverbia1 thing. I could well imagine that it must have been numiliating enough in any case for Daisy to have Tom actually throw the love she offered back in her face. But if his emotion for Irma had revealed itself then there was a new element in the game I couldn't help feeling Daisy might be playing.
 Neither of us could guess how much Daisy had told Carl. There was nothing in his controlled and superbly devoted manner to indi- cate just how much he intended to convey when he said that Daisy had told him "a1l of her troubles"
 There was nothing to prove that Carl, in trying to help Daisy find at least an acceptable substitute for happiness, hadn't gambled rashly with his own.
 Knowing Daisy as I did. couldn't help feeling that part of Tom Ma sons lure for her had been due to the material benefits he could confer on her. It wasn't a commonpIace mercenary attitude, but one of many strands. The fbrightest was her over weening love for beauty out of which
 
 This was her craving for possession of the things she admired-her ioy in acquiring for her own those things which spelled luxury and spIendor To put it baldly, Daisy probably let her covetousness sweep her into idealizing the most eligible man in contact with whom she had ever found herself.
 If this explanation holds good Daisy's feelings for Tom was never deeply rooted in the big things of life. There is a chance that Carl. standing by In her bitterest moment, has come to be to her all that her best and deeper self has craved. Her stifled heart and soul actually may have gone out to her friend in need
 All this was milling around in my mind. It crysta1lized as Carl cried out: What's the matter with you. Barbara Anne? Don't you hear me? 1 wanted you to be pleased about it. thought that a-blessing from you would sort of come along 1tlSe-the family sanction. You see both of us are so alone"
 Bless your hearts of course you aren't alone any more! You have each otherl'' I cried with a hearti ness I didn't have to feign.
 Yes, Barbara Anne, we have each other," replied Carl with something of reverence in the guarded tone. q guess after all, you haven't forgot ten how desperate loneliness makes folks"
 Yes, Carl" I agreed very gently, 'I understand.''
 And I did understand This was CarPs message to me. It was his only possible apology and reparation TOT the mad moments that had come so near costing us our once beautiful friendship. It made me realize that carl might know everything and still ma It in his heart to forgive and to exonerate Daisy. ''As two of your best pals, Anne and I claim priority rlsht for your first social evenings. HOW about a dinner tomorrow? Nav Mrs Hill and I have the honor of preparing the festaI board ?" asked Tom, with an evident intention to snap the thread of tenseness which was restraining us.
 Thanks a lot" replied Carl. his reserve holding. But I just ran up to town to tell you folks our glad news and to set your hearts at peace about my little wife's gypsyins away so abruptly. Now that I've put your worries out of commission I'll be zo- ing back to join her. Time enough TO talk about festive parties when we come back to town
 lou must let us hear when VOL return" Tom insisted.
 ''Oh, yes, I really must" cama lightly and easily from Carl tBut our return is indefinite. We'll proa- aply go to the Coast. MT. Haldane's taking charge of things for a time Glad to get back into harness"
 At the name, Tom flushed. We'd Iofsotten CarPs connections. He hadn't reckoned with the fact that MG Cyc,.,i