The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-12-23
(Continued from Yesterday.)

(Continued from Yesterday.)
 Emeline was lying in bed, looking magazines. Upon her daughters en- trance she gave a comfortable yawn.
 Did Mark find you, Julie? He was sitting on the stairs when l got home, mad because you didn't go out with them"
 Yep, he found mel" Julia answered still panting.
 ''It strikes me he's a little mushy on ing a page. And if you were a, little older, or he had more of a job, Id give him a piece of my mind. ' ou aint going to marry HIS sort, I should hope. But, Lord, you're both only kids"
 "I guess I can mind my own busi- ness, Mama," Julia said.
 Well. I guess you can," Emeline size of thesie sIeeves-ain't that some thing fiercei Get the light out as soon as you can, lovey." she added, fling ing away her magazine. and rolling herself tight in the covers with bright eyes fixed on the girl.
 Ten minutes later Emeline was asleep. But Julia lay long awake, springtime in her blood, her eyes sn1il- ing mysteriously into the dark. CHAPTER III.
 By just what mental process EnIe- line Page had come to feel herself a dignfffed martyr in a world full of oppressed women. WOulu De to say Emeline herself would have tleen the last person from whom a reasonable explanation might have | been expected. But it was a fact 1 to belittle the male sex; she had never | had much charm for men, she had none now. and consequently she as- l sAoCrated chiefly with women: with widows and grass widows of her own 1 type, and with the young actresses and would-be actresses of the curious So- 1 cial level upon which she lived. Fine | lines lack of charm was the most valuable moral asset she had. Had 1 she attTa cted nAen she would not 1ons | have remained virtuous, for she was violently opposed to any restriction Iupon her own desires. no matter how | well established a restriction or how generally accepted it might be. Fol l a little while after Georges going 1 Emeline had indeed frequently used | the term eff I marry again., but o1 l late years she had rsathlar softened to his memory, and enjoyed abusing oth- CT men while she revelled in a fond recollection of Georges goodness.
 God knows I was only a foolish wet feet against the open oven doc. l while Julia pressed a frill. "Bu your papa never was anything but z rI=rfect ge'man. never! I'll ncvel 1 forget one night when he took mt to Grants Cafe for dinner! I was all dressed up to kill, and George | looked elegant"
 A long reminiscence followed. 1 ''I hope to God you get good 2
 man as your papa" said Emelin| more than once, romantically. 1 Julia. humping an iron, would an swer with cool common sense:
 Well, if I do, I want to tell yol right now. Mama, I'll treat him ; good deal better than you didi' | "Oh, you'll be wonder, Emelin' would conoede good-naturedly- At very long intervals Emeltnt 1 dressed herself and her daughter a.
 eiaoorately as possible. and went ou | into the Mission to see her parents
 With the singular readiness to chang
 the known discomfort for the un
 known. characteristic of their class
 the various young members of tn
 family had all gone away now. ant
 lonely old Mrs. Cox. shrivelled lit
 t5e shell of a woman at sixty five. aI
 ways had q wa.r-n welcome for he
 oldest daughter and her beautafu
 grandchfld. She would limp abou
 her bare, uninvttng little rooms. com
 claiming of her hu9bard's increesin
 1eanne4S and of her o~.t pilysico
 Ills, while with gnarIed. twisted oil
 1anla ef1a flied q "Rsbecca" teapo 5f cheap brown SInda, or cut dnto
 fresh loaf of milk bread"