The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-04-13
with some vae,,e uneasiness

with some vague uneasiness.
 Mrs. Ogilvie had her own disturbing cause. She could not but see that her daughter was very much absorbed in this strange gentleman whom she had not ever even seen till that afternoon, before she could allow matters, to be- come more definite. She knew that he was brave and she could see that he was a gentleman and a handsome one. But still-A mothers heart has it's own anxieties about her child. And this mother knew that her child was of no common nature, but had her own share of passions which might lead her into unhapp1ness. Too well from herself she knew the urging of a passionate nature Joy had not been tested yet, as she had herself seen. She had not yet heard that call of sex which can alter a woman'S whole life.
 As to Judy her sympathy with romance in any form and her love for Joy acted like two ingredients in seidlitz- powder. Each by itself was there was boiling over. It needed no spirit come from the grave, or from anywhere else. to tell her of the power which this handsome. gallant young single lifting of the girls eyes with that adorable look which no habit of convenience could restrain; single lifting or falling of the silky black laSneS, a S1nRlo sympathetic movement of the beautiful mouth in it's receptive mood as she took in her companions meaning told her all these things that hundred others-told her a story iniscence of her own youth. She was not jealous. not a particle-honestly and truly. But after all. life is a serious thing. serious to look back on, though it seems easy enough to look forward to. The heart knoweth its own bitterness. "A sorrows crown of sorrow is remembering happier things"
 So far. as to possibilities. Judith was much too clever and too sym pathetic person to go wrong as to was a natural physiognomist. like other animals who have learned to trust their instincts; and within a very few minutes had satisfied herself as to the worthiness of Joys man that is how she tabulated him in her own mind. She felt quite satisfied as to her own judgment. not always the case with her. In her own mind, liv- ing as she had done for so long in a little world of her own thoughts, she was in the habit of arguing out things just as she would were she talking with some one else, a man for prefer epce. She always wanted to know the truth, even if she did not use it. She had once said to her sister when they were considering how they should act with regard to 8 scandal in neigh pouring family:
 Well. Sally. it's all very well not being inquisitive; but you know, my dear. we can't begin to lie properly till we know what we are to lie about. There's nothing so destructive of after happfness-no kindliness so full of pit falls. as a useless lie"
 Now, her argument ran:
 You can't be all wrong about a the subject not to be able to form an opinion. And even if your old maids instinct-for you are an old maid, my dear, despite your saying that you are so to prove that you are not-warpS your judgment in favour of the man. The pride that is in that mans fea- lures never came out of merely one or two generations of command. It takes a couple of centuries. at any rate to put that stamp on a face. He is bold well we know that from to-day's work: he is courtly-as man doesn't do nice things unconsciously. unless it has been his habit, He's in love with blame to him for it. He's in her fath- should be- He's sitting next to her and she's looking straight into his soul with those big lamps of eyes of hers. He saved her life a few hours ago. and now he can see-if he's not a fool and he's not that whatever else he may be-that she adores him-and yet he's not at his ease What is it? What
 
 find that out. I may have to lie a bit; but at least I'll know what I am do- ingp'
 With this object in view she took, when the charm of the meeting began to lose its lustre, the conversation in hand herself. She felt that the time had come. We'll she understood when she saw on Colonel Ogilvie's face the very faintest shade of shadow of that dark look which in earlier years had meant trouble for some one. "I-ucius is thinkingI' was the way she put it to herself. To a woman of her bringing up the acts of the men of the family. and especially of it's head, were not within the women'S sphere. In the old slave-owning families there was subordination-some survival of old feudal principle This was especially so in everything relating to quarrels or fighting. It was not women'S work, and women were trained not to take any part in it. not even to manifest any concern. Indeed the free-spirited Judy having lived so many years in that particular atmosphere. before be- ing able to look around her in wider communities, compared the dominane of view of a man in his own family life to that of a cock who lords it over the farmyard, struts about master fully, and, summons his household round him with no other purpose than his own will. Woman-like she was content to yield herself to the situation. to a farmers wife. women are hens. When the master clucks We come"
 CTo be Continued.l