The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-12-10
Continued from Yesterday.


 The bride and groom had a cloud l less three weeks of honeymoon among | g. score of little Southern towns and l were scracely less happy during the | first months of settling down. Eme- | line was entirely ignorant of what l was suitable or desirable in a home, ] and George had only the l crude ideals travelling man 1 to guide him. They enthusiastically l selected a flat of four handsome, l large, dark rooms, over a, corner sa- loon, on O'Farreu street. The build 1 ing was new, the neighborhood well ] built, and filled with stirring, inter- l esting life. George said it was con- | veniently near the restaurant and | theatre district, and to Enreline, after l Mission street, 1t seemed the very hub | of the world. The suite consisted of l large front drawing-room, connected 1 by enormous folding doors with a l rear drawtngroon, which the Pages 1 would use as a bedroom, a large din- equipped with range and water back" There were several enormous closets, and the stairs and hall, used by the several tenants of the house, were carpeted richly. The Pages also carpeted their own rooms, hung the stiff folds of Nottingham lace curtains at the high narrow windows, and se- lected a set of the heavily upholstered furniture of the period for their drawing room. When Emeline's mother and sisters came to call. Elm cline showed them her gold-traned pictures, her curiy-rnaple bed and sbureau, her glass closet in the dining room, with itrs curved glass front and sides and it's shining contents-berry saucers and almond dishes in pressed glass, and other luxuries to which the late Miss Cox had been entirely a stranger. Drneline was intoxicated with the freedom and the pleasures of I,,. S<NxxT- two or three nights a week, but when he was at home the two slept late of mornings, and loitered over their breakfast, EneIIne in a loose wrap cup, while George rattled the paper and filled the room with the odour of cigarettes.
 Then Emeline was left to put her the day her corsets laced tight at the waist her black hair crinped elaborately above her bang, her pleat- ed skirts draped fashionably over her hustle. George would come back at l o'clock 70 take her to lunch, and after lunch they wandered up and laughing and chatting; glad just to be alive and together. Sometimes they dined downtown. too, and afterward went to the '"Tivoli'' or 'Morosco's," sometimes brought and carried home the materials for a dinner, and in vited a few of Georges men friends to enjoy 1t with them. These were happy times; Emelne, flushed and pretty in her improvised apron, queened 1t over the three or four ador1nG males. end wondered why osIIa5r women sussed SD long over cook ing, when men so obviously enjoyed steak, baked potatoes, canned vege- tables, and a pie from Swain's. After dinner the men always played poker, a mild little game at first, with Fine eap a l chips, and sasping over every hand like a happy child: but later moro seriously, when Emeline, contrary to l poker superstition, sat on the arm Of ! her husbands cair, to bring him luck Luck she certainly eee11led to bring him; the Pages would go yawning to bed, after one of these evenings 1T couldn't see what you drew, l George" Eme1ine would say, t'but I could see that Mack had aces on the roof, and 1t made me crazy to have you go on reising that wayi And | then your three fish hooksi'
 i George would shout with pride at | her use of poker terTls-wou1d laugh l all the harder if she used them ircor- rectly. And some metimes, sinking lux 1 uriously into the depths of the curly- | maple bed, Erneline would think her self the luckiest woman in the world. 1 No hurry about getting up in the morning; no one to please but her self pretty gowns and an adoring hus- band and a home beyond her mad dest hopes-tl1e girls dreams no long CT followed her, happy reality had plotted out the dream.
 She felt a little injured, little 1 frightened. when the day came on which she must tell George of some pretty wel1-founded suspicious of her own condition. George might be
 mad" or he might laugh.
 But George was wonderfully sooth-
 ing and ,, reassuringi; more more Tas Ias
 petted Emeline into sort of
 reluctant joy, and the attitude of
 women she knew was likewise fiat terfng. Important, self-absorbed.
 she waited her appointed days, and lfn the early winter a wizened, mot was the name EneIine had chosen for girl and Julia was the name duly given her by the radiant and ecstatfc George in the very first hour of her life. Erneline had lost inter est in the naIne-indeed. in the child and her father as well-just then; raced, bewildered, wholly spent, she 1av back in the curly-maple bed, the first little seed Of that general re- sentiment against life that was even
 tua1ly to enve1op her, forming in her mind.
 They had told her that because of
 this or that she would not have a
 "hard tirne," and she had had very
 hard time. They had told her that Stl6 WOulO IOTSGL Lnth StoS1 pctAl ALhe Instant it was over, and she knew she never would forget 1t. It made her
 shudder weakly to think of all the
 babies in the world-of the schools tpacked with children-at what a I costI
 EmeTine recovered quickly, and shut , her resentment into her own breast Julie, as she was always called, was : a cross baby, and nowadays the two front rooms were usually dra,ped witt her damp undergarments, and odor
 ous of sour bottles and drying !. clothes. For the few months tha
 EIme1tne nursed the child she wan !. dered about until late in the day in
 loose wrapper, a margin of dragglet ! nightgown showing under it, her haf in a tunnb1ed knot at the back of he
 head. If she had to run out for
 loaf of bread or 6 pound of coffee, sh' :, slipped on a street skirt. and buttonet
 her long coat about her; her leal , young throat would show, bare abovl