" When a Girl Marries" By ANN 1.151.E I A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing * Problem of a Girl Wife (Copyright, 1919, King Feature Syndicate, Inc.) CHAPTER CCXCV 'When I arrived at Virginia's I ,;.Bt with a welcome from Amanda astonished me. "Glory be, but I'm glad you've > *ome, Mrs. Harrison!" she cried. been phoning your apartment ! line sixty, Miss Virginia, she came home about an hour ago all done up by the weather. And she had me phoning for you every fifteen min utes ever since. Come right in, please." She led me back to Virginia's lit tle morning-room, where I found my sister-in-law lying on the win dow seat. Virginia rose at once and ran to greet me. •"You got my message. You for gave me for all my ugliness. Y'ou came!" she cried. Virginia's soft hair, usually piled in a regal coil high on her head, was braided and hung down in two childish plaits. She wore a lit tle wrapper of dotted Swiss tied with pink ribbons, and on her feet were pink satin mules. I had never seen her in so intimate a costume, nor looking so relaxed and young and helpless. "I didn't get your message," I said. "I just came." Virginia's eyes widened. "Did you know—l needed you?" she gasped. "Yes," I replied with conviction, "I knew." Seizing my hand between both of hers Virginia led me to the win dow seat and piled cushions behind me. Then she sank down in a low chair, which she drew up facing tne. "Y'ou didn't mind my refusing to come to you when you asked me?" she asked with childish seriousness that reminded me of Phoebe at her sweetest. "You've always forgiven me every hurt I've offered you. And still I couldn't believe in you. I couldn't believe in anything. Anne." "Tell me. Jeanie," I said, softly, employing the formula which al like it! Puddine is a rich, ra X creamy dessert—comes in a number Ml of delicious flavors, including chocolate, rose vanilla, orange and lemon. A 15c W4 box serves 15 people —but use as little at W one time as you need. It keeps. 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Sure ly you know by now that 1 love you—too much to be hurt by any thing your own hurts make you do enough to understand anything you want to say. Tell me, Jeanie." "It's my pride," said Virginia, surprisingly. "Oh, yes, I know I'm proud. All the Harrisons are. ! Sometimes I think we're like that ; Miss Flora McFlimsy, "who was j proud of her pride. It costs me so much —so very much more than I want to pay. But I can't help it, Anne. Igo on paying." "Other people besides the Harri sons have pride, too, Virginia," I said. "Take me, for instance. Don't you think it hurt me in the be ginning to see that you thought Jim had—made a mesalliance?" Virginia seized my hand in hers and looked at me with such plead ing to let bygones be bygones that | I was fairly ashamed I'd had to : rake them up for the moment, | though it was only in order to J have them forgotten for all time. "I did think that," she said hon ■ cstly. "I didn't know there wns a | world outside my own narrow j sphere. I didn't know that any one outside my petty group of 'the right people' could bo worth while. I was an ignorant snob. I can never thank you enough, Anne, for you're such a thoroughbred—or you'd never stand for me." "You think I'm a thoroughbred!" I gasped, immensely pleased. Then I added, mischievously, "but I'm not i a Harrison." "The Harrisons haven't done i much to make you believe they're • thoroughbreds," replied Vi%ginia i wearily. "Byt I didn't send for you : to talk about the Harrisons or even I about you. I asked you to come I because I have to talk about my ; self. I can't stand it any longer ; with things shut in—shut in and festering. I've got to talk, Anne. {l've got to talk!" "I'm ready to listen." I smiled Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1918, International News Service Bg McManus X I THIfSK I'LL. ' v [ its WRTs . I v/tLL. ISE f\ /Uruiyu r / c CTAXIN _ 1 .lle>-HOWARE (1 LOVEU COMF - - IS X P IFEELUKEBEW [ 1 I | happily, anticipating triumph as I said that. The pieces of Virginia's broken romance were all to be in my hands soon. I fancied myself fitting them together and so giv ing back thir happiness to Pat and Virginia. ' "I can't stand this any longer— the anomalous position I'm in. I | mean. Neither maid, wife nor di- | vorcee. I am going to get out." i Virginia's eyes flashed and she 1 plunged ahead feverishly. I didn't , see clearly how unnatural the whole situation was until I found ! that Pat Dalton had bought the \ old homestead as a gift for me. Can't you see how humiliating it is?" "You mean for you to accept everything from a man to whom you're giving nothing?" I asked pointedly. "Yes," Virginia rushed on desper- | ately. "My taking money from him for my support—it's all outrageous. I can't live on his generosity like ! this. I can't have him tied to me!" 1 "But he wants to be tied to you," I I broke in. "He cares for you. He ; always has." "Oh, no!" Virginia smiled sadly. "He doesn't care. He may make you think he does, but that died long ago. I know. We quarreled THE LOVE By Virginia Terhune Van de Water CHAPTER 'LV. . Copyright. 1919, Star Company Desireo Lcighton was passing through the hall when her father's voice summoned her to the library. "Come here, daughter!" he called, j "I have just received a special de j livery letter." "From whom?" she queried, as she crossed to the table at which he j sat. "From Smith. He is gotng to ! leave us." "Heave us!" The words were j "oarcely more than a whisper, and I the parent did not notice them. | "That is, he has written to give up his place—says he has to leave | town in reply to a letter from somebody or somewhere. Rather odd, I think, that my chauffeur should be obliged to go to another city on such short notice." "Why Dad?" This time the speaker's voice was audible. "Because," the man explained, "it looks queer—that's all. I wish I were sure of the fellow's honesty." 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Triat disgusted me. We drifted apart. After awhile he never even touched my hand. He didn't even look at me as if he had ever cared. Something froze inside of me then. My heart, 1 suppose." But Pat does care!" 1 protested. • "He does. Only this afternoon he j told me things that explain all of | this. Your uuliappiness isn't neces- I sary. He still cares. And you care. I know that." j "I care!" Virginia laughed sluilly, j and I saw something of the old re ! straint and coldness coming back i into her bearing. "I—care for a j man who let me go! For a man tYho—drove me away from him? ] I'll tell you how much I care. Do i you know where I'm going, Anne? ] I'm going where I can end this terrible strain this humiliating [ position I'm in. I've decided to go I West. • To Nevada. To Reno, jln return for all the gifts Pat's Irish generosity has piled on the ! woman for whotn he's sorry, there's' j one thing I can give him. It's big ger than anything he's given me. : It balances accounts." "What do you mean?" I gashed. "What do yoy moan?" "I'm going'to give Pat his free dom." 1 To Be Continued .of course," Samuel Leighton ad mitted. "Another thing in his favor is that he has the graco to say he hopes he is not inconveniencing me. Still, the thing makes me uneasy"— He paused and sat pondering for a full minute. Desiree feared he would actually hear tho heavy pounding of her heart. At last he spoke. "I tell you what I think 111 do. I'll tell him that it will bo very in convenient to me—as it will be—to engage a new chauffeur for the next few days. Then, if he offers to stay on until I get another man, I will be pretty sure that he knows noth ing about the pendant If he insists that he must leave at once, I will have grave suspicions of him. If he will only stay in New York long enough for me to set on foot certain investigations, it will simplify mat ters for me." "Then—then—you will send him word that you wish him to stay?" Desiree asked. Only For a Few Days "Only for a few days. I don't want the fellow if he wants to chuck a good place—-although I confess he has a way with him that makes me like him. He certainly came up nobly to the scratch last night. He made a good-looking butler." "May I see his letter, please," Desiree suggested, holding out her hand for it. She was startled to note that her hand trembled as she took the sheet of paper. Her father noticed It, too. "Dear, you are over-tired. You should have lain abed this morning. You are not like yourself these days. Aren't you well?" "Oh, yes, perfectly well," she re plied quickly. "Writes a good hand, dosen't he?" the parent commended, glancing at David's epistle. He did write a good hand, but that was not what the girl was no ticing. Instead she was reading and re-reading the address at the head of the sheet of paper. For she had made a swift resolve. She had driven once to the door of the house in which David lodged, but she did not recall Just where it was. 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