The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-01-14
When A Girl
 M0rries
By ANN LESLIE
CHAPTER 46O.

from my ct22lr ana SltppINS out oA tiiS house gown I'd been wearing
 >s a sSeazy of motion began iressmg for the street. My appoint uent with Evvy Mason wasn't | tIii- one o'clock and it was no more than ten now But ! rushed through my prep araitons as if l hadn't d minute to space. I dared not sit quiet any longer I couldn't afford to yield to s:ae~ loneliness and the longing for Jim against which I'd fought for so many weeks and which l must go on endur- lng and enduring even though the sAs- pense and the yearning drove me al
 s'Barbara Anne!" I said severely to my own haggard, wfde-eyed image in the glass. You've got to fight this through. You may not like it, but what eIese is there for you to do? You can't accept help from any or the dear folks who are ready to stand by you, because their idea of helping you means interfering wSEh Jim. Jim has to be left alone to fight this thing put his way. So you've got to keep silence even if 1t antogonizes Jeanie and Pat and Neal and your friends as well. You can't bother Father An rev, because he is undoubtedly hay ing troubles of his .own-otherw why his silence?
 You can't go around looking un- happy and sorry For yourself, be- cause then Pat or Neal or even Tom Mason would be perfectly capable of putting right dn. whether or not you forbid it. First thing you know, one of them will be trotting off after Jim. So. my girl, you've simply got to grin and bear it alone"
 I ventured a sicIIy grin to match my brave words. It didn't look very encoura ging, and the minute I re- In to fight my own desperation I found myself on the verge of despair again,
 q can't stand iti' moaned. lean inc fny n fo~o+ hands and staring miserably at the dry eyed women wfro stared back at me so help1essly.
 After minute or two I jerked my self up and went on fastening the black satin dress into which I'd slipped, because of it's plain cut and sombreness suited my mood. As if were disctgfinfng some one else. I got out a string of beads Jim had brought me from one of his trips to the North. They are of a coppery mounted in carved silver links. Next I went to the closet and got out a turban of the same red. shading to Q deeper henna- The color worked wonders At once the dull drabness of my cheeks became clear palior, and lost its 1ook of sickness and de- pression.
 This is the first time since this terrifying Journey of Jim's that I've dared trust myself ito wear a me nnento of any of those happier trips which were of only a few days dura- tion and always brought him back to me more Rowing and devoted than ever Putting them on seemed to give me new faith The warm tide Clutching the chain in trembling fin gers, made q VOW:
 Jim, dear, I'll wait for you until the end of time if I have to-alone and patiently" said. T won't make a move that isn't intended to make things easier for you when you do come back. won't let anyone else interfera with you, dear. And, Oh, Jimmie -boy-whereve you are, what ever you're doing, I pray this message will reach you-JiIni Jim. you can trust i,,ifnao inc; 1T HI stand by and count it
 As the first move in standing by I determined to go down and have a plain talk with Miss Storrs. Hitherto my pride had kept me from plungine in and asking questions which would betray my absolute ignorance both as to Jims plans and his whereabouts. But now I felt that I over it to Jim to talk things over with the woman who was where donged to be-in charge of Jim's affairs.
 | wanted to run in for glimpse of Neal first. but I realized that would take me far out of my way and might cost me my chance to see Mabel Storrs this morning. Now that I'd made up my mind to go to her again. l didn't want to let any more time elapse- l wasn't sure whether this was because I didn't trust my humhle mood to last, or if it was because Dick tion.
 Telephoning to inquire for Neal would save time, so I hurried out to the hall AS I lifted my hand to the summons I lifted it down. and in response to my impatient 'TTello," a guarded voice asked:
 speak to Mrs. Harrison. pIease~
 T my heart jumping as 1t always does nowadays when an euneXpected sum mons makes me hope Sor the mira cIe nt a message from Jim
 Mrs Harrison, herself' persisted The voice and then in answer to my impatient assurance that it was in- deed l and none other speaking it went on: It's Lyons, Mrs. Harrison. I want to speak to you"
 You are speaking to me-" I cried laughing in exasperaion. T suppose about the car and you want some. Is that it?"
 No. ma'am. Yes. ma'am," he re- piled with something desperate in his voice It's like this ma am-Pd like i" call for you and take you wherever you re going That is, saying you have an hour or so to spare
 What do you mean ?' I demanded everything in me leaping to alertness. Why are you asking it7'
 Pm asking you to let me talk to YOU. Mrs. Harrison, because I've that to say which you ought to hear" re piled Lyons doggedly.
 How soon can you be here? ?'' I asked brisklN
 m at the corner drug store tel ephoning from booth. l seen Mrs Dalton on the avenue. Then 1 went over |" Mir. Nears and found Miss fnoehe was there. So I came around here ar once. and now-if youII be permittinS-I'n call around in half a moment
 
 All right Lyons l agreed
 Neat must wait. My talk with Miss Storrs would have to be nostnoned There was something urgent in the voice of this eN-thief I had befriendei It didn't occur to me 10 be afraid II didn't occur to me to wonder why this man who'd been sneaking about in company with Slim Darrow and Dick Westh should suddenly insist on se crat interview with me.
 Hurrying down the hall. I went our 10 the elevator A minute later l v-ss