""When a Girl "
By ANN I.ISIJC
A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing
Problems of a Girl Wife
CHAPTER CLIII. I
tCopyright, 1319. Kins Feature
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•'Friendship like this Jove, it j
makes life worth living!" exclaimed)
Terry when he found that Jim and
I had not motored back to the city in
vnthony Norreys' car. but had re
nained at Greyfriars to see him
through his strange wedding eve
ung alone.
Jim seized Terry's hand and wrung
All his sincere affection and ad- ,
niration for Terry were coming to
he surface again. As he answered, i i
ie sent me a glance that was at
>r,ce shamefaced and pleading. |1
"Terry, old chap, there isn't a .
nan in the world I'd do more for
han you—if 1 knew how. There .
jn't another chap I'd trust like you ' i
no matter what you did. no matter |
vhether I got you or not." ~
"So that's how it is." said Terry ,
houghtfully. "Well. Jimmie. old , ,
ellow, I wouldn't ask a better , .
natey. And you know how the lit- ,
> Misses has stood by.
ight have cried about it a bit—if ,
hadn't been her wedding day."
"The" doctor said he'd let you : j
lave dinner with Betty.". 1 ven- ,
v,0,.a nHiiist mvsplf .
jred. trying hard to adjust myself
0 the situation and not let any ,
eeling of bitterness toward Jim ;
nger—or show.
But Jim was generous about that,
;00.
"Here's my big idea. Terry—you
ride down to the inn with Anno and
re now. That'll kill time for you
tntil they let you into Paradise
tgain. Then, when they put you ,
>ut again, you motor back to the
r.n. and we'll be waiting. I'll get
1 eribbage board, in case you can't
deep and want to make a night i
• it."
Terry chuckled.
Vribbage! That's the supreme I
■ tcrittce he's offering me. sister
tnne. Back in the old days in !
'ranee. Jimmie would have a go
it the magazines of the 1910 vin- ;
,i;e, but he got in a blue funk at
; eht of the eribbage board."
That's all right, old man." said
I m awkwardly.
Nothing would be too much to
io for >ou to-night, Terry—even
ribbage, evidently," 1 broke in.
••ying to make myself respond to
Jim's unselfishness where Terry
- is concerned.
But my whole attitude was col-
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I ored by the evidence I had been
! given that Jim was staying with
Terry partly through friendship for
: htm and partly through hatred for
Anthony Xorreys.
And at that moment the great
scene-shifter Fate descended upon
us in the person of the matron of
Greyfriars.
"Your room's .all ready. Captain
Winston," she said briskly. "We
are letting you have the same' little
guest room Mrs. Harrison occupied
lust night. I suppose you're mak
ing the seven-fifteen'.'" she added,
turning to us in matter-of-fact fash
■ion. "We'll give you supper, and
the Doctor will let you see Mrs. Win
ston for a second first."
"I'd love to see her!" I gasped,
sparring for time and wondering
what Jim would do now.
Again he was equal to the occa- |
sion, and saved Terry from having j
to protest against the plan that
must have made him so much hap- i
pier than being way down at the
inn with us could ltave done.
"My wife will run in to see Mrs.
Winston, while the Captain and I
have a stroll about the grounds.
But I won't go in. for even if the
Doctor permits I'm not going to |
let her waste her energy on any
: mere man—but her own."
"I'll speak to the doctor." said the
matron kindly, and bustled away.
"Jove. Jimmie. this is a shame!
1 You might have gone up comfort
ably in Tony's car." said Terry ron
tritely. "Of course, it makes me
feel pretty good to think 1 can at
least be in the next house to Mrs.
Winston. Sounds pretty good,
doesn't it, Mrs. Winston?"
"It sure does! And I'm thinking
( Betty Winston will be a much hap
pier woman than ever Betty Bryce
was," replied Jim.
And then 1 knew that I'd just
howl—no less—in a minute.
[ Betty's arm! Dear. vain, ador
able Betty's lame arm. that never
i was going to get well! My ugly
' secret had me by the throat. So
1 mumbling something about pack
ing my bag. 1 rushed from the
room.
1 hail just cleared my possessions
from tlie bureau of the guest room
and had stowed them buck in my
bag when Miss Moss came to tell me
that Betty was asking for me and 1
might have live minutes with her.
So 1 gave the little nurse my bag to
carry out to the waiting room, ad
justed my hat for travel and then
hurried to Betty.
The bride was white and pale and
tired looking, lines of pain etched
themselves across her face, but her
eyes were eager, avid for happiness.
"You, dear, to plan to stay with
Terry! 1 know," she said. "This
isn't much of a honeymoon, and you
were going to help Terry through—
sort of keep him from realizing how
—rash h.e has been."
"Rash. Betty!" I replied. "After
all the months lie's been trying to
catch up with you and make you
listen? I guess lie's almost thankful
to get you where you can't run
away."
"Nice eomforter!" murmured !
Betty. "But we both know how
sickness annoys men. Oh. Anne !
dear, I do so want to be up and i
about and doing things for Terry 1
instead of being helpless and a bur
den. I want my love to bring liap- i
piness."
"Don't you know that Terry'd ba
happy to have you if both yourj
arms and a few legs and eyes' and i
ears and things were in slings?" I
answered with a smile that brought 1
quick response from Betty.
"Yes. he's like that—bless him! 1
And anyway, it isn't as if I were
a down-and-outer for life. It isn't i
as if 1 wouldn't be all right again J
in a month."
Betty spoke with such assur- '
anee that 1 had to turn away to 1
hide the shimmer in my eyes. ' She!
sensed something amiss, aiid caught
my hand in her uninjured left one.
"You haven't told me about vour
self. Anne—not a word. But i feel
something in tlie air. Are things
right with you?"
(To Be Continued)
WKKEKI.K ARRESTED
Paris. March 26.—The new Hun
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I Bringing Up Father "• ' Copyright, 1918. International News Service By McManus
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| THE HEART BREAKER
A REAL AMERICAN LOVE STORY
Hy YIKGIMA TKHIII.VK VAX DE \> 4TKK
CHAPTER BY I.
j (Copyright, 1919, Star Company.)
Mildred stopped in her own room
'on her way down to dinner. Turn
: ing on the light, she fastened back
a stray wisp of hair, then, opening a
small drawer, took out a bottle of
liquid rouge. With lier linger tips,
; she rubbed a little of this into her
I already flushed cheeks.
; "Tom said once that he loved bril
liant coloring so I may as well
make sure that mine will stay bril
liant." she whispered.
■ She washed her hands, gave an
additional polish t her well-shaped
(finger nails, and poured a few drops
; of perfume into her palms, rubbing
! it in well.
j "He said he wanted to kiss my
J hands," she smiled. "I hope he will.
He certainly has much prettier j
| [ways than Arthur lias."
With a parting glance in the mir- !
. j tor at her pink cheeks and sparkling !
' eyes, she went on down to the lower!
: hall.
"Come right out to dinner, won't
I you?" she called to Tom.
The soup had been eaten, the
Katie had gone into tlie kitchen
when Tom Chandler made a daring!
speech.
"Do you know." with a long look :
across the table at his vis-a-vis, j
"what this situation makes me think
, 1 of?"
"Xo. What?" wras the guileless j
query.
"It reminds me of two married j
people in their '-own little home at I
their own little table. It almost
makes me sad. Mildred and it j
makes nte envious."
; "Envious?" she repeated.
! Her heart was beating with joy. He i
I was about to say some of the things !
she longed to hear him say.
• "Yes." he insisted, "it makes me 1
: envious of Bruce. He's a lucky dog. j
j I hope he knows how lucky. I sup- |
pose." regretfully, "that when I re- 1
\ turn you and he will be married.
; Just think of it!"
"Indeed we will not be married!" {
Mildred exclaimed.
"Why not?"
"Because I am in no hurry to get |
1 married. Anyway, I would not |
: think of such a thing until the war 1
is over. It may be that Arthur will I
I go himself."
"You mean," —the question was:
I put so innocently that it was hard i
'to believe that the sting it con- j
! tained was intentional—"you mean
that he will be drafted?"
j "I mean that he may enlist." Mil- !
j dred declared. "You do not look as (
( if you believed that. x Why don't'
[ y°u?" ' j
j "Because. ' he explained gentlv. 1
"the men who have any idea of en- I
listing are doing so now."
"But Arthur feels he should not '
just now. He is needed at home— i
or so he says," she added desper- i
ately.
She felt a sudden disgust for Ar
thur. Why need he put her in a!
position where she must apologize
for him?
"He would claim exemption on
the very grounds that keep him
jfront enlisting now." Chandler ar
-1 gued. "However, we will talk of
[other things"—as Katie entered to
1 remove the second course.
He did not refer to the subject
again until lie and Mildred xvere!
sipping their coffee.
"Who is that walking upstairs?" |
he asked.
I "it is Katie, taking Mrs. Hig- !
gins' dinner to her," Mildred an-!
swered.
"Will she he up there long?" lie
iiueried boldly.
"L'ntil Mrs. Hoggins lias finished." i
A Hold Propositi
"That will not he for twentv niln- j
utes or so, will it?" he asked.
"No, certainly not. Why?"
"Because 1 will enjoy my coffee!
better if I bring my chair around '
by you," he ventured. "May 1?" f
Without waiting for her consent J
he lifted his chair and cup, and j
seated himself at her left hand.
"Now this is what 1 call cozy, ;
and"—with a long high—"it is not |
j so terribly suggestive of what can !
i never be as it is when you are at!
| the head of the table and I at ttie !
) foot —just as if we were settled in
our own home."
Site did not speak.
"You know, dear," lie said, "that,
| in spite of the rather good bluff' I j
! put up. you mean a lot to me, and I
i I find it hard to think of you as be- ]
longing to another man."
"X don't —yet," she murmured.
"Ah, but you will! Yet until you .
do—l mean until you are married— I
i you will continue to think of me, j
I and you will write to me often, 1
j won't you?" he pleaded.
| She nodded. He took her hand in !
j his and held it close.
"Y'ou might write to me just a !
! little every day, then mail the let- I
ter once a week," he suggested. "It i'
J will mean something for me to look j
I forward to while we are separated, j
il wish (glancing around at the i i
| sideboard), that I had something j
j here in which to drink to your j !
i health during my absence."
Mildred had a happy thought. She !
I could still hear Katie in the room \
I upstairs serving Mrs. Higgins' din
ner. She stood up quickly. | ,
"There's some peach brandy here ! .
in the sideboard." she said, produc- ' ,
ing the bottle and two small
glasses. "IBut," hesitatingly, "it is j I
against rules to give liquon to a ■ '
man in uniform."
"Who cares?" the man said, i 1
springing to his feet. "Xobodv will j 1
know!" i
FiHing the glasses, he placed one ! '
in her hand, first drawing her hand j '
through his arm. Hitting his own : 1
glass, he drained it as she drained I
hers. Then, still holding his glass, i 1
he bent and kissed her uplifted fuee. ■ i
There was an exclamation from j
the diningroom door. Arthur Bruce •
and Honora Brent stood there look- I
ing in.
(To Be Continued.)
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I ARE DISCUSSED
i "I know that I can write, and 1
' am really going to give my attention
to it. Of'course, I shall only publish
in the larger and more important
• magazines."
The woman with whom I was tak
, ing luncheon, and who, like myself.
makes writing her trade, looked at
j me and laughed as this remark floated
j to us from an adjoining table.
I "Can you beat it?" she said, and
| I fervently assured her that 1 could
j not. And this led to various eogi
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The lady at the next table pres- t
ently arose and. drawing her ex- j
j pensive furs about her. walked out. '
"Maybe she really can write," I i
I said, "but she has no idea that there j
| is such a thing as craftsmanship,
j and it is acquired by laborious effort, j
i Suppose she came to you, and you j
j saw that she really had some ability, j
i What advice would give- her?"
My companion shook her head. |
I "No use in Fiving her advice, so j
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"And then one day an article came
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using dyes. The subject caught her |
attention, and she followed it up. Out- |
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And you will observe," my com- !
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"Just so." i returned, "but what I
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at the next table who remarked that '
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| would lead to the development of her
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"Ktnersonian wisdom." T murmured.
)"W itli the exercise of powers, new
j powers shall appear."
j She nodded. "Caruso said the other
: day that he never refused an en
| sagement. It might not always he
jto his liking', but the experience
i counted. People waste such a lot of
| time in wondering whether they had
j better do this or that. The thing
j is to do something, and do it with
I your might. The next chance is
| bound to come and experience always
' ocunts."
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