The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-09-16
When A Girl Mnrries 5. By Ann by King aturess synd-
 
By Ann LAsle.
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 I tied his tie, helped him smooth down the rebefhouS waves of his fam boyant red hair and sent him off to join his Lady Evelyn" Then I got out my mending and stitched a little of my love into the criss-cross of Jim s socks At noon I put the roast of lamb into the oven. At one I began peeling the potatoes and carrots-a fine hot dinner should be, awaiting my boy when he retmned-that would refresh him and help him over disappointme ent, perhaps
 But there was, no disappointment Even my boys limp had lost some of its weary drag, for as he hurried in a few moments later, he shouted boy ishly that he had a job.
 Tomorrow Neal and start off for the workingmans life together!'' he cried, envelOping me in a bear hug. Ndttle brother has nothing on me. I'm inspector in 8, cap factory. Don't know nothing about caps-or inspect ing, but this pays eighteen hundred a year and may lead right to the pres idency''
 After our first rejoicing was over, I pulled Jim down at my side on the big couch and told him the story of the blue robe. At first I didn't dare raise my eyes to his face-the words came stumbling out in cold panic. l sat staring out ahead of me with cold hands clasped-then, for comfort, reached over and seized the lapels of $ coat dnQ OTdS5Sed lily eyes up to his. He was smiling,
 You aren't angry?" I gasped. Neal had been so very angry.
 "Angry?'' Jim swept his hands down and caught my wrists-he lifted them and laid a kiss in each palm. Poor little frightened girl-did she think her big tyrant husband had shut her in a Bluebeard tower?"
 You'd let me accept presents from other men?" I gasped in a whild.
 Jim threw back his head and fairly shouted. Take all you can get-kid die. That's the law of society. Of to extremes. But the robe was right here in the apartment and Tom threw it in as part of the rent. He's rich it won't hurt him to be a little gener- ous to us."
 drew away-offended. Jim's words hurt me. Had my husband no req pride for me-or for himself?
 There is a whole world Jim and His viewpoint about the robe made me realize this. To Neal, Ton Mason's giving it to me had been al insult-to me the robe was an ugly ghost I was afraid would alway; haunt me - but to Jim it mean nothing,
 It was when I made my secont attempt to discuss the matter witt laughed at my seriousness, ant said:
 "Come. dear, we'll stick the olt robe back in the chest and forge it. Of course, you'd never wear it but if you ever want to cut it III for dust-cloths or lamp-shade why, I'm game"
 "But, Jim, I can't have it here it haunts me. It hurts my self-re
 why should it?" Suddenly Jim voice grew taut. He seized m, shoulders in his hard hands and helc me off at arms length while his eye searched my face. "Unless-your not-you're not interested in old Ma son. are you Anne?"
 Jim! Of course not. What wom an would look at him if she belonged 'yDhyou? Why, I don't even like hin that's the reason won't have hin think he has given me a present"
 Jim laughed and drew me agains him. The big couch seemed to en
 After a minute he lifted his lip from mine to ask a whimsical ques tion:
 ''well. kiddie. what do you wan me to do wi.h the robe? Bundle up and take it over and lay it o Mason's doorstep?'
 "Oh, Jim-yes. Just that" I cried feeling that his joke was the yer solution l was earnestly seeking.
 Don't be silly little Princes Anne"
 I'm not silly-or if I am, I can help it, l won't be happy until tha thing is out of our home. It ha take it over to MT. Mason's house dear while I finish dinner"
 But honey, Mason isn't there"-
 "I don't care, Jim darling. I war it out of the house. Oh, beloved please. please let me have my way Take it over''-
 ''silly little sweetheart! Vel she snail De humored. TT call messenger
 Not a messenger, Jim. Pleas you've found work. IT think let's not be extravagant IT wal
 inc more to be saving because would do worlds of good to lear to be saving" l pleaded.
 Jim let me have my way F did up the robe and Just as it val ished into it's swathings of pape actually the thing seemed to wir its blue-green peacock's eyes at II maliciously.
 But even after he limped out wi it, l felt disappointed. I did so wi: Jim could have seen the incident I did. To me it stood almost as |. symbol. We must not accept lavi; '- gifts from our rich friends. " mustn't adopt their worldly stan simple, happy honey ones-the stan ards of dignity and sweetness that u Bryces and Sheldon Blakes and To Masons of society probably sneeril call middle class''-but the sta n ards, nevertheless, on which the bea tiful thing called Home" is built the standards that are about the mo first class" thing in the world,
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