The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-12-31

too torn or dirty to be hung up, any
 ~-sy "t-4.,- >,'etl town one n-sht of stairs to the nearest bathroom, in search of hot water. but both fau- cets ran cold and she went upstairs again. She hunted through Con-
 nightgown, but not finding one, had to put on limp and torn garment one of the girls had loaned her week or tw obefore.
 Now she sat down on the edge of her bed. vaguely discouraged. Tears came to her eyes, she did not quite know why. She opened a novel. and composed herself to read. but naIly pushed up the window the two dnches that the girls approved, turn ed out the lights and jumped into bed. She would want her beauty night Julia had been fully de- terTnined, when she got home. to abandon the amateur company, to fail hem at the very hour of their per formance, but a casual word from Connie had caused her to change her mind.
 Don't you be a fool and get in Dutch with ArtherisH' Connie had said, and upon sober reflection Julia had found the advice good
 But she got no beauty sleep that night. She lay hour after hour memories of the last twenty-four
 hours shipping through her mind in ceaseless review: the green, sW1Lt-
 rushing water, with gu1ls flying over it: the coffee pot re1ecting a dozen zjoyous young faces; the garden bright
 with roses--
 And then, with sicIening regularity
 the clubhouse and the girls voices
 How she hated them all, Julia said
 to herself raising herself on one el-
 bow to punch her sodden pillow, aIl9
 sending a. hot, restless glance toward
 J5crlof forced
 it's way in from g, street lamp. How selfish, how snug, how arrogant they were with their daily baths. ana their chests fuli of fresh men an9 5
 sally and Theodora Toland ever done to warrant their insufferable conceit? Why should they have lovely parents and an ideal home. frocks and maids and defightfuI meals, while she, Julia, was born to the drt and sorddness of O'Farre1l Street?
 Barbara-but no. she couldn't hate Barbara! The memory of that mo- ment of confidence last nght still thrilled Julia to her hearts core. Bar bara had been kind to her in the mat, ter of Garter Hazard, had defended her today, in her careless, indifferent fashion. Julia's heart ached with fierce envy of Barbara, ached with fierce longing and admiration. She tortured herseelf with a picture or the charm of Barbara's life: her
 fast eaten between the old doctor and the young, her hours at her pretty
 rflng piano efl awaSs ths dignsd RSih always al
 sweet and dainty. always adored-
 We'll, she. Julia, should be an actress, a great actress. But even as stared sternly up at the ceiling, re- solving 1t, her heart failed her. IL
 was long road. Julia was fifteen; sine must count upon ten or hfteen ! # ell companies, of weeks spent in rushing from one cheap hotel to another, of associating with just such women as Connie and Rose. No one that sne 1 full of ruffled fresh linen. had | sunshiny breakfast table with flowers l on it
 Julia twisted about on her arm and began to cry. She cried for l long time.
 1 True, she could marry Mark, and
 Mark would be rich some day. But | would Barbara Poland Studdiford-
 for Julia had married them as a mat | ter of course-ever stoop to notice
 Julia Rosenthal? No. she wouldn't | marry Mark.
 Then there was her mothers home, ] over the saloon Julia finally went
 to sleep planning. in coda blooded childish fashion. that if her father | substantial sum of money, sine would | persuade Emeline to take a clean, | bright little flat somewhere, and l leave this neighborhood forever 1 'And we could keep a few board ers" thought Julia drowsily, ''and 1 I will learn to cook, and have nice ! little ginghams, like Janey's-' The amateur performance of The | Amazons' duly took place on the fol- | lowing night. with large and fash ! ionable audience packing the old l Grand Opera House, and society re- porters fitting from box to box be- 1 TIIli he l perience curious1y flat. She had no 1 opportunity to deliver to Barbara l with ering little speech she had pre- l pared, and received no attention from l any one. The performers were excit- | ed and nervous, each frankly bent | upon scoring a personal and exclusive | success, and immediately after the | last act they swarmed out to greet 1 friends in the house, and Babel en- 1 sued.
 (Continued Monday)