The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-20

know, don't you, that I have known how hard some of it was, and haven't been able to eat as much as usually do thinking how hungry you are? But isn't it all worth it? I think it is. AL fred Bennett is very great man, and it is right that he. should have a very lovely wife. to go out into the world with him. And as lovely as you are I think it is wonderful of you to make all this sacrifice to be still Ioveher for him. I am glad can help you, and it has taught me something to see how how faithful a woman can be across years-and then in this smaller thfngt Now give me Billy and you get your apple and toast. Don't forget to take your letter in out. of the dew" I sat perfectly still and held Billy tighter in my arms as I looked up at his father, and then after I had thought as long as could stand it spoke right out at him as mad as hops, and I don't to this minutes know why.
 Nobody in the world ever doubted that a woman could be faithful if she had anything to be faithful to-" I said as I let him take Billy out of my arms at last "Faithfufness is what a wo- man flowers, only it takes a man to pick his posy." With which march ed into the house and left him stand ing with Billy in his arms, I hope dumfounded. Tdidn't look back to see I always leave that mans presence so mad I can never look back at him. And wouldn't it make any woman rage to have a man pick out another man for her to be faithful to when she hadn't made any decision about it her own self?
 wonder just how old Judge Wade is? believe I@win make up with Aunt Ade1fne enough before I go to bed to find out why he has never married.
 Men are very, strange people. They are like those horrible sums in algebra that you nk2ahout and worry about and cry about and. try to get help from other women about, and then, all of a sudden K works itself out into perfect 1y good sense. Not that I thought much about MT. CarterA poor mani When he wasn't right around felt it best to forget himsas' much as could, but it seems hard for other women to let you forget either your husband or theirs.
 I know .now.that really never got any older than the poor, foolish, eight cen years child that Aunt Adeline mar ried off ''safe," all the time I was the
 4O4A6S SO1I O1 UAO | FVOO1d S4L d140 listen while the other wives talked over the men in utter bewilderment and most times terror, then would force myself to a little more forget ting, and poor Mr. Garter must have suffered the consequences But all that was a mild sort of. exasperation to what widow has*to go through with in the matter of-of, : well think hazfng is about the best name to give it.
 ~AEolly Carter" said Mrs. Johnson just day before yesterday, after the white dress-Iudge Wade episode; that Aunt Adelfne had gone to all the friends up. and down the: e:.street to be consoIed about, eff you ehaven't7 got sense enough to appreciate your pres ent bIissful condition somebody ought to operate on youremind.''
 was tempted to say, ~cWhyf not my heartT' was glad she didn't know how good that heart did feel under my tucker when the boy brought that bas- ket of fish from Judge Wade's fishing trip Saturday. I have firmly deter mined not to blush any more at the thought of that gorgeous man-at least outwardIy.
 Don't you think it, is very-very lonely to be <ae widow Mrs JohnsonY' P asked tfmid1y to see whatYshe would lovely, I think. He .givesf me the gen. tlest understanding <, smile when he meets me oQ the streetzof late weeks.
 Lonely, lonely, Molly7 You talk about the marriedr state exactly like an old maid. Don,t do tits foolish, and you will get the lone notion really fastened in your mind and let some fool man find out that is how you feel. Then it will be all over with you. have only one regret, and it is that if I ever should be widow MT. John son wouldn't be here to, see how quick ly turned into an old maid, by the grace of God" Mrs. Johnson sews by assassinating the cloth with the needle, and as she talked sine was mending the sleeve of one of MT. Johnson's shirts
 ~I think an old maid is just a wo- man who has never been in love with a man who loves her. Lots of them have been married for years,'' said, just as innocently as the soft face of a pan of cream and went on alarming one of BiTfy's socks.
 %sWeIl, be that as it may; they are the blessed members of the women trfbe," she answered, looking at me sharply. ''Now have often told MT. Johnson''- But here we were inter rupted in what might have been the rehearsal of a glorious scrap by the appearance of Aunt Bettie Pollard, and with her came long, tall, lovely vision of a woman in the most wonder full close c1fngy dress and hat that you wanted to eat on sight. I hated her instantly with the most intense adora- ton that made me want to lie down at her feet, and also made me feel like I had gained all the more than twenty pounds that have slaved off me and doubled them on again. would have liked to lead her that minute into Dr. Johns office and just to have looked at him and said one word-f'string beanv' Aunt Betty introduced her as Miss