The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-10-11
When A Girl
 Marries
By ANNE LESLIE.

I stopped off on the way and tele- phoned to the Mexican "stronghold.'' But I was told that no one Of his name was registered. And my dis appointment coming on top of my night of worry brought me to the of fee in a rather downcast state. My little partners face was so blooming
 and cheery that I felt like an ugly danlper on the occasion, which was evidently lasting right over from the 1 dinner party. Several of her little sweetheart roses were cuddling against her dark blue blouse, and the effect they produced as charming. sight of me. You look so tired and blue. You've given me so much hap piness-I hope you aren't compelled l to-balance the books this way I'm horrid old spoil-sport." replied.
 There's a reason for your gray and blue quality" she said sagely. Tell your old Aunt May
 l 'I guess I will tell my-young Aunt May" I replied. T want to get in touch with a young Mexican. He comes from the - Cordova country. | He has a mistaken impression of Ma bel Storrs. I must correct that at once. I'
 Don't go into this mite deep 1 CT, interrupted MISS NI5y W1th InS l f1neness of feeling she always dis 1 plays. You want to reach Senor 1 Ortiz. How many of the hotels have l you tried ?'
 1 'The one where the wealthy Mexi- l cans always stop,' I replied. ] Now suppose I try all the hotels l where wealthy folks stop. He might 1 just make a point of avoiding his 1 compatriots. Young men-you said | ba after changes I'll just go into this if there's noth- 1 ing you'd rather I was doing We'll have to get an office boy" 1 I flung back a;bsent-mindedly. l Miss Mays answering ttnk1e of 1 laughter cleared the air. I plunged l into the days job, secure in the | knowledge that she'd leave no hotel
 air, with an unhappy consciousness
 that I'd only accomplished about half l of what I'd hoped to do. Miss May 1 was deep in her own work-correct- l ing proof
 Did you locate Senor Ortiz?" | asked.
 NO dear" she replied regretfully 'I finally got out of the first class l hotel group into the second and | thirds, but nowhere could | get any l word of him. I was wondering if l there might be som ething I could | get MT. >Hoadley to do. I'm meet l ing him for lunch to have him O. K. | this copy of his.''
 Without rallying her on the faint | blush I was sure would materialize if l I pretended 1t was there, I thanked | Miss May and said that 1t had just l occurred to that the Star might have a list of visitors from Mexico, and that as soon as I'd finished the
 job I was on, I'd call them.
 'T won't take that task off your | hands, replied Miss May. And now | so long, Mrs. Harrison. I may be l away over an hour. My greetings to my nephew please.''
 Stay two hours or three. Don't hurry. I'll lock up if I want to run
 out. I only said I was going to call 1 the Star-not MT. Lacy,' I protested. l But the words were flung out into an 1 empty office from which Miss May had gone so quickly that I wasn't sure she l heard me.
 Impatiently I tried to tmmerse my self again in my copy writing. But l the spell was broken. I couldn't re- l capture the thread. So I gave it up l as a bad job, and called the Star l Since didn't know what desk to ask | for or to whom I could turn for the information I needed I tried to get
 it from the telephone operator, but
 she kept reiterating:
 Who do you wish to speak to-" l Finally in desperation, and with regreat that I must trouble him, asked for MT. Lacy.
 Who wishes to speak to him?'' re- piled the weary voice.
 Mrs. Harrison,'' replied and as if 1 that were the Open Sesame, in an- l other moment Mr. Lacy's incisive and yet deep voice came over the wire n l friendly greeting.
 l Good morning." I cried with a
 feeling that everything would be ar 1 ranged In a minute Then I look ed
 up, gasper, and added almost breath lessly: T had matter to-talk over l with you. But it must wait It ! won't need attention now Oh-I'll | explain later. Please forgive me If I l say an abrupt good-by." 1 Of course. Good-by." he laughed l good natured1y.
 l Hardly waiting for his reply, I put 1 up the receiver. For on the thresh old 1 of my office, hesitating as if afraid to | InA