The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-10-03

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 CHAPTER V.
 So winter passed at the mine. and at the brown house under the snoui- bedroom windows open, but the rain tore in, and Anne protested at the en- suing stains on the pantry ceiling.
 Cherry's wedding: .a9ns once os safisfass sfass satisfaction to her sister and cousin. They had stepped back duly, to give her the center of the stage; they had helped her in all hearty generosity. And now that she was gone they en- | joyed their own lives again and~e | over hers the glamor that noyefty l and distance never fail to gfves | Cherry, married and keeping house and managing affairs, was an object | of romantic interest. The girls sur | missed that Cherry must be making friends. that everyone must admhee her; that Martin would be rich sonfe | day, without doubt.
 | Cherry wrote regularity, now and 1 then assuring them that she was the same old Cherry. She described her | tiny house right at the mine, and the | the long sheds of the plant, and the bare big building that was the mems brought her trout and ducks. she l wrote; she and Martin had driven three hundred miles in the superin- | tendent'S car; she was preparing for a card party.
 Think of little old Cherry going off on weekend trips with three men." Alix would say proudlyt Think of Cherry giving a party.. Arne perhaps would make no con1- meDt, but she often felt pang of envy. Cherry seemed to have every | thing.
 Suddenly, without warning, there was newcomer in the circle, a sleek headed brown-haired little man known as Justin Little.
 He had been introduced at some party to Anne and Alix; he called; he was presently taking Anne to a lec- | ture. Anne now began to laugh at him and say that he was "too ridicu- lous,'' but she did not allow any one else to say so. On the contrary she told Alix at various times that his | mother had been one of the old Mary land Percies, and his great-grandfath- CT was mentioned in a book by Sir Walter Scott, and that one had to re- spect the man, even if one didn't choose to marry him.
 Marry him,' Alix had echoed in simple amazement- Marry him, what was all this sudden change in the l household when a man could no soon- l er to talk of marriage? Stupefied, Alix l watched the affair progress.
 "I don't imagine it's seriousi" her father said on an April walk. Peter, tramping beside them, was interested but silent.
 My dear father" the girl protest ed. Have you listened to them? They've been contending for weeks that they were just remarkably good friends--that's why she calls him Frenny!''
 ly, as Peters wild laugh burst forth.
 "But now" A1ix pursued, she's told
 him that is she cannot be what he wishes, they had better not meetI"
 Poor Anne!'' the old doctor com- mented.
 "Poor nothing. She's having the time of her life,' her cousin said un- she was afraid that she had checked one of the most brilliant careers at the bar
 had no 1Oea or all th1SI' the doc tor confessed, amazed. I've seen the young man-noticed him about. Well -wel1-wel1! Anne, too.'' In June came the blissful hour in which Anne, alt b1ushes and smiles could come to her uncle with dutf- fui message from the respectfully adoring Justin. Their friendship said , Anne, had ripened into something , deeper
 Justin wants to havs ! frank talk
 with you, uncle," Anne said, "and of course I'm not to go until you are
 sure you can spare me and rnless you
 feel that you can trust him utteriy;'
 Anne's engagement cups were
 had stood, and where Cherry had
 talked of a coffee-colored rajan silk Anne discussed the merits of q smart
 but handsome blue tailorna1e''
 The wedding was to be in .Septenl- , Der, not quite year aftar Cherry $ wedding. A1ix wrote her sister pages about 1t, always ending with the en1- phatic declaration that Cherry must come down for the wedding. Cherry was homesick. She dreamed
 continually of the cool, high valley, the mountain rearing it's rough sum , init to the pale blue of summer skies. June passed; July passed; it was hot at the Emmy Younger" August came in on a furnace breath: Cherry , felt headachy, languid and half sick al the time. Martin had said that he could not possibly get away, even for the week of Anne's wedding, but I Cherry began to wonder if he would let her go alone.
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