The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-09-23
When A Girl
 Marries
By ANNE LIsLE

About Lennie Stone, for instance said Rosa lightly. With him I am finish. He is no gentleman. He pre- sume. From him I did run away , told you. Perhaps you thought that was also joke like the red paint on my forehead?"
 "I wasn't sure," I confessed
 He is rotter and cad!' insisted Rosa, her lips tight after she had shot out the words. E'You know how he run away and leave me to bear the brunt of it when you came upon us in the Summer house. How does that look to you? Very bad. But I am chivalrous enough to hold me naS tongue-while he runs. If he stay and hold the grounds, you do nc think so badly of me-verdad ?''
 That's quite true" I agreed.
 "So then." went on Rosa with the air of concluding the subject and hammering home her point. Now you know what he is, this Lennie Stone. So you pay never any atten- tion to anything he shall say, do you?'
 "So that's it," shoe through my mind. "Rosa's trying to take the wind out of MT Stones sails because she's a bit afraid of him. I think he has something on her, as the saying goes''
 But aloud, I circumspectly said:
 MT. Stone and I are not on conff- dential terms. Mrs. Cordova. I don't suppose he is any more inclined to cultivate my society than I am to cultivate his. I think he knows that the way be ran from the summer house put an ugly light on an other wise harmless situation. No Ameri- can woman would like him after he had done that.''
 Rosa shook her head sagely I gave myself mental pat on the back. For once I had handled Rosa Cordova without acrimony on either side hadn't antagonized her nor made my self absurd in the process of catering to her. Just as I was feeling partic- ularly satisfied with the way things had gone, Rosa purred. 'Now you must tell me more about the so silly way you all act tonight when I make the so innocent sugges- tion that we shall play bridge. Is it really so terrible to you?'
 We don't" said quickly That's all We just don't"
 But Jaime. he does" insisted Rosa, marking back to the subject. And if you are not interfered with by that so priggish MrI Lacy getting up and pretending he must go. you would have played"
 T would have played because of Jim," I explained. You see, I real ize that Jim has lived in your country and has accustomed himself to its ways. I know you have bullfghts on Sundays and all sorts of things to up- set a-conservative Harrison view point. So when Jim comes back - You will have a high old time making hinn-at home again." chuck led Rosa, impishfly, but with great | deal of truth, as I tried to recognize in my reply:
 Ut was the realization of that which prompeted me"
 For Rosa you would not have done lit then? ?" she pointed.
 'Only in so far as you are my hus- bands friend and my friend and q stranger in a strange land" I said with what I tried to make a very gracious intonation. But you are woman enough to know none of that would sweep down my principles. For me to be willing to do something I don't approve of must have some tre- mendous impulse back of it-nothing could be big enough except my in- tense love for Jim. Pm being very frank
 Not quite, think" laughed Rosa inpishi1y.
 "Too frank" I returned grave1y. 1T talk to you of my almost unreasoning adoration for Jim because I know you are fond of him, a good friend, and you won't laugh at a love you cant understand"
 I meant it we'll enough, but Rosa narrowed her eyes and asked curtly.
 Are you being maybe-catZ But never mind. am after truth now. I ask you one question that needs answer. You answer-yes
 "If I can,' I agreed.
 You can"
 Then I will" I laughed, to relieve the tension.
 Tt is this,'' said Rosa leaning for ward and fixing her flashing eyes on Els so that I felt as if two search e'sfts were focusing on me "You say that for Jaime and to make him at home later you are ready to - gamble on Sunday when no one else thinks of such a tfling-even to please me, a stranger ask maybe it is something else? ask-have you not the-how you say-instinct to gamble in your blood from your father, Dad Lee?"
 WhatH' was torn from me.
 "He is gambler-how you say, race tout-not? And you-are his daugh- ter-not? Then is the gambling, Sun days or other days, not in your blood?"
 CHAPTER ..91
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