New York, Aug. 7.—Miss Faye Tincher, or Mrs. Edward Buckley, of the Merry Go Round Company does not know whether she is married or not. The young woman went with the company to Boston on the 5 o’clock boat today. She was booked as Miss Tincher, but she said tearfully she I feared she married Buckley on a dare | last week.‘‘Not that Ned wouldn’t make a desirable husband for any girl who wished to marry,” said Fay. ‘‘He’s a good fellow, a graduate of Yale. I’m told. He lives at Bridgeport, has a country home at Fairfield, no end of money and spends it generously. 11 But I do not want to marry' him nor any man.”5 Fay Tincher went out automobiling 1 on Long Island six days ago with Ethel McDonough Ned Buckley. Mar* 1 shall Ware, and a fifth person, amysterious man.“He must be an alderman, a city clerk, or perhaps a justice of the peace,” said Miss Tincher. “I’m sure he is not a clergyman. At least he didn’t talk as if hfc were and he laughed and joked a great deal.”The party returned at 9 p. m. andwent to the Breslin, where Mr. Buck-^ ley ordered broiled lobster and much| fizz.j Of course 9 o’clock is early for j lobster, but what is a poor chorus 11 girl to eat after night falls,” said Miss Tincher.At the supper Mice Buckley, who ! had been attentive to Miss Tincher, {} ! fondly reminded her that he had 1 known her four years and had pro-- i posed marriage to her four times a : j year at least.“Why don’t you ask her again?” said Miss McDonough. “So I do, said young Buckley, earnestly. “Fay, dearest, will you marry me?”1! 1 dare you to accept him!” criedi. 1 Miss McDonough.! j “I will not be dared!” retorted Fay.! Then to Buckley: “1 11 marry you,, ! Ned.“Right then the mysterious mans| came into the game,” said MissTinch-I j er today. “ ‘I’ll fix you up, Ned, here i ngw,’ he said, ‘Don’t let her get away. She might change her mind. Here’s j a marriage license. And he took a p; printed form from his pocket.“He asked Ned and me a whole lot of questions and wrote out answers on the form and we all signed, it. I thought, it was all a joke, but . the mysterious man whom Ned had introduced only as a friend of hisKs; said very seriously: “I congratulatep i you. Mrs. Buckley, and wish you 11 much happiness.” ! ^“Then everybody called Mrs. Buckley, and I got so frightened that I ( made Ethel take me to our rooms *at the hotel. I have refused to see 1r Mr. Buckley since, although he has| been sending me flowers and candy , and all sorts of invitations. But I cwent to my lawyer, Nathan C. Gold- vbrrger, and told him, for gracious ^ sakes, to learn if I am married, and c if I am, to get me a divorce right * away.” ' bsi “If Miss Tucker went through theform of marriage before witnesses,’1 it may bind her legally,” said Mr.0 Goldberg. “I am trying to communi- « j cate with Mr. Buckley so I can c | learn from him who his mysterious t q| friend is and what paper was filled 1in and signed at that supper. Until I. then, 1 am as much at sea as Miss Tincher—as Mrs. Buckley, as she may ! be.”