The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-08-26
(Continued)

anu lG1u0H nodNtGO. HIGH l uOdIo A1y huSband S voice
 You must forgive and understand, as you always have. I can't tell her yet. I'm afraid to tell her. You under stand-and she doesn't ''
 Then Mrs. Bryce's reply
 stOf course, I understand, dear boy, and there's nothing to forgive. Every thing between us is just as it has al- ways been"
 dow I fairly crashed into the table be hind me. For a tense second Jim looked up. Had he heard the rattle of china and silver? Had he seen me?
 turned and fled. Jim was apol- ogiZing for his wife! Betty Bryce un- derstood him-was assuring him that everything between them must be as been between them? It was almost too cruelty plaints
 Up to the little room of our love stumbled and flung myself across my unma6e bed. At first the tears wouldn't come, the ache in my heart was so bitterly dry .. Then sobs shook me, and I gave my self up completely to my grief. I felt as if I could never be happy again. There was no use in fightng-there was nothing now for which to fight.
 Suddenly I felt a touch on my shoulder-Jim's hand. I shook it off and stumbled to my feet. My dress was crumpled and my eyes red-Bet- ty Bryce had been lovely in her cool linen. I was at a, cruel disadvantage.
 From panic I felt myself sweeping to resentment-wild ange-the hatred they say is so near to 1ove-flooded well -groomed in his uniform, so ador- able. wanted his love, and it had gone back-where perhaps, it beESrg- ed-to another woman. I fairly pe}t- ed my husband with ugly, icy words that seemed to fall about him like hailstones.
 I heard what you said to that wom- Even on our honeyrtoon she followed you! And you dare to tell her that she understands you, and I don't! I mar Hed you without knowing? Well, I know now!'
 Jim stood looking at me for a min ute. that seemed to last forever. I waited. Would his voice be sharp and cutting like mine when he replied? Would his words breed hate? Did he scorn me for-listening? His eyes were very grave-black and deep and still. I wanted to reach out and clutch back into silence my ugly, bit ter wVordSsped arrows that had found their mark and killed his love, perhaps.
 At last he spoke, and my husbands voice was grave and earnest and ten der.
 Anne, little Anne, You don't un- der75ta nd. She is an old friend-a won derful woman. I was with her hus- band when the Huns shot him down. That is a real tie, you know. You didn't respect it last night But would never apologize for my wife. I was merely making sure that no woman not even Atherton Bryoe's wife should misund derstand you.''
 Jim! Then you aren't angry?''
 "Only sorry. little Anne. Only long ing for my wife, 1T thought youd d begun to hate me when I woke and found you gone. I thought you had begun to get-tired of me-"
 Jim aughed-a fu1lLthroated laugh. Then he Strode across the room and caught me in his arms and set his lips on mine. Nothing was explained, but was happy.
 Defeated, felt triunnphant-1 could still make him tremble with I love for me.
 t'Now I'll go make it right. Jim I'll apologize-I don't mind. I'll tell her I'm sorry for last night 1 Jim laughed again-there was a command in his voice, and there was pleading, too.
 Apologize, indeed. I'll not have my sweetheart eating humble pie for Bet | ty Bryce or any other woman. You shan't leave me, Anne. I want you here-here in my arnS!'' | CHAPTER VI. Am I going to like Betty Bryce | I thought at first I must hate her
 Then I decided just to forget her-tc put her out of my life. It seems | however, Betty Bryce doesn't intend l to let me do that! | This morning when we took little spin in our car, Jun discovered i that the carburetor was .clogged by ! dirty gas''. He decided to give the
 car a thorough overhauling before we | started out this afternoon for a triI l to the nearby flying field. He hurried l down to the garage and I put on my i little blue motor hat and sat on the 1 piazza waiting for him. Suddenly Betty Bryce's battleship 1 gray limousine drove up to the steps | She got out. followed by her little | wavering companion. Miss Moss. A sight of me, a sudden glint came into
 her green eyes. I could see that sh' was forming a decisiop. and I knev | from my first experience With he how she swept people into the hear | of her decisions.
 In another minute-almost befor' | I realized it-the limousine had beer | disnn issed, Miss Moss waved to up l stairs regions, and Mrs. Byrce and
 were on our way to the little vine
 hung Summer house down near thu | fountain. in the grounds.
 You and I have a great deal t. say to each other" remarked Mrs Bryce in voice that seemed almos
 kind. even though it was very busi
 nesslike. els Jimmie out of the wa,
 somewh ere?"
 I told her that he had gone to if
 the carburetor. and she smi1e'
 serenely.
 "Oh, then we've an hour. Whel
 Jimmie starts tinkering with a car
 She waved one white nand in a grace
 full gesture, smiling in real amuse | .e-r,r1