EIPI Readii\c[ cjvd all ike RsmiKj llP^Pf " When a Girl Harries" BR ANN IJISI.ES A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing Problem of a Girl Wife (Copyright, 1919, Star Feature Syndicate, Inc.) CHAPTER COCX VIII For a time after Phoebe departed 'or the luncheon to which Val had neglected to invite me, I wandered about restlessly trying to find some thing with which to occupy myself. But the day stretched ahead blank and empty. I was delighted when ;he 'phone rang. Answering it gave me something to do, even if I got there only to be told "No one on the line now." That didn't happen, however. Instead Pat's voice came aver the wire. "Anne, will you drop everything you're doing and meet me for lunch? He asked so anxiously that ordinarily I'd have acquiesced at once, but now my raw feelings made me parley with him. "Can't you get anyone else? Is that why you ask me to lunch at the eleventh hour? "Come now, Alanna. what ruf fled the fine plumuge of you?" coaxed Pat at his most Irish. "It s not the eleventh hour, but the lunch hour—just one. I've been waiting for young Neal to get out of the office so I could call you. Knowing how the lad adores you, I was sure he'd insist on being invited too, and I wanted to see you alone. Will you be blaming me for that?" "You're balm to a wounded spirit. Pat," I replied, smiling in spite of myself-. , , _ . "Then you'll come?" asked lat with eagerness j_hat was beyond pretence. Of course, I went. I found Pat striding up and down the restaurant corridor, looking startlingly haggard, almost ill. His eyes seemed deeper-set than ever and the lines of his mouth were rugged. I made no comment, suf fering him to greet me in common place fashion and lead me to the table he had selected. That things were sadly amiss with Pat I gathered from the fact that instead of ordering with the easy grace so characteristic of him, he asked me uneasily what I wanted and didn't seem able to make up his mind about his food. At last we got the needed preliminaries out of the way, and as we settled back to wait for our order, Pat burst out doggedly: "Anne, something's got to be done about that Harrison place. I can't have it like this much longer. The transfer's all made—only waiting for her signature. Some one's got to bring her to her senses." "Yes," I inquired politely." And who?" Pat's eyes twinkled. 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"Meaning I'm not \ip to it." I be gan, and then my blood froze in my veins and my voice stuck in my throat, for marching into the res taurant with the everpresent Shel don in her wake came no less than Virginia. Porhaps if she'd seen us as she came in she wouldn't have carried the thing through so scornfully. But the maitre d'hotel himself was es corting her diagonally across from us, so that directly she was seated Virginia must see us. One quick, scornful glance and then, fussing audibly about the draft, Virginia changed places with Sheldon so that she sat with her back to us. That she should turn away like this and yet remain in the restaurant must have seemed a deadly insult to Pat. He changed color, but made no com ment. As if by mutual consent, we raced through our lunch and got out of the place. And then, also as if we had planned it. we stepped into a taxi and rolled off toward the park. After a moment or two, Pat spoke in a grim tone to match the lines about his mouth. "I'm going to clear out of here for a while, Anne. Young Neal is well ahle to run the whole works. And if he strikes any snags. Car lotta will steer him out of shoal water. I need—a vacation." "Where are you going?" I asked, as if that were the main point at issue. "One of my clubs has a lodge up North. If I get company. T may go for a fishing trip," he replied, evad ing a direct answer and driving on to what was in his mind. "I've started work on the Old Place, Anne. T wonder if you'll run out now and again and see that every thing's ship-shape. I'll withdraw that deal I made out to Virginia. It's never been recorded—couldn't be without her signature. When T come hack I'll talk it over with Jimmie. T know he once wanted the place, and if he still cares to buy, I'll let him have it for what I paid." "Of course, we want it, but we won't talk about buying it now. And remember this, you nice, gen erous boy: if we take it off your hands, we'll include the improve ments in the price," I replied, feel ing as if I ought to pull poor Pat's head down on my shoulder and tell him to cry'it out. "You'll get it for what I paid, or not at all. I had a lot of fun plan ning the improvements," replied Bringing Up Father - Copyright, 1918. International News Service - By Mc AT anus ~J 1 I I I'M