The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-10-05
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me circumstances SeeIH lO Atitthe it wise to keep her here until he is sure that this new position is the right Onei'' he said.
 'If I know anything about Martin" Alix said, mo position is ever going to be the right one for him. l mean," she added as her father gave her an alarmed look. 'I simply mean that he is that sort of man. And 1t seems to me-odd the way he and Cherry take their marriagei She doesn't seem like other married wom- en. And the thing is, will she ever want to go back, if she isn't-rather coerced? Martin is odd, you know; he has a kind of stolid, stupid pride. He wrote her weeks ago and asked her to come. and she wrote back that if he would find her a cottage, she would; she couldn't go to his b0ard- ing house, she hated boarding! Mar tin aswered that he would, some day, and she said to me, oh, now he's -cross!' Now, mind you" Alix broke tire institution of marriage, if it was me! I'd end all this-'
 Well, we won't go into that!" her father interrupted her, hastily, for Alix had aired these views before ard he was not in sympathy wit, With the child is woman now, with woman's responsibilities he added. And her place is with her husband. They'll have to solve life together, to 
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 Alix, watching him walk away, thought that she har never seen Dad look old before. She saw the shadow on his kind face all the rest of that day.
 It was only the next morning when he opened the question with Cherry.
 It was a brilliant morning, with spring already in the air. Cherry, on the porch steps, was reading a letter in father sat down beside her. She had on one of her old gowns and, bathed in soft sun light, looked eighteen again. The air and fresh. the sky high and blue, and across the granite face of Tam alpais a last scarf of mist was floating.
 well. what has Martin to say?"
 "Oh, he doesn't like it . much!" Cherry said, making little face. "He describes the village as per- fectly hopeless. He's moved into the
 And when does he want his gir1"" her father. pursued.
 "He doesn't say" Cherry an- swered. innocentlyy "I think he is really happier to have me here. where he k:-cws I am well off!' she said. know I ann she ended after a moments thought.
 Her father was conscious of a pang; he had not even formed the thought in his own mind that Cherry was unhappy, the child. he told him self, had a good husband, home and health, and undeveloped re- sources within herself. It was puzZ- ling and painful to him to realize that there was needed something more-and that that something was lacking. He felt a sudden anger ac Martin; why wasn't Martin managing this affair?
 Mart doesn't mention any time,'
 Thanks to you!" Cherry said, dimpling mischievously He wrote quite firmly. just before Christfas,' she added, but I told him that Dad had been such an angel and liked so much to have me here" And Cherrys smile was full of childish triumph.
 red to sudden courage by a. realiza- tion that the matter might easily become serious, you mustn't abuse his generosity. Suppose you write that you'll join him-this is March suppose you say the first of April?''
 Cherry flushed and looked down. Her lips trembled. There was a momeHt of unhappy silence.
 ''Very well, Dad.'' she said in a low voice. A second later she had jumped to her feet and vanished in the house. Her father roamed the woods
 
 lunch time to find her in her place smiling, but traces of tears about her lovely eyes.
 Nothing more was said for a day or two, and then Cherry read aloud l to the family an affectionate letter in which Martin said that everything g would be ready for her whenever she came now.
 CHAPTER VII. The last day of March and of NCherry'S visit broke clear and blue, | and with it spring seemed to have 1 green beauty. Days had been soft and warm before; this day was hot, and flushed with color and splendor.
 Alix and Cherry washed each each came trailing down with towels and | combs to the garden. The doctor joined them in the midst of their tossing and spreading and sat steps.
 | "Oh, heavens. how I love this sort of weather! flinging her her, brown 9is'yr1 slender in a faded kimono. Dad and Peter," she went on, suddenly sitting erect, will get all this nice clear | whats the use, anyway"
 ''Tonight's the night we go to Peter's?" Cherry stated rather thar asked DO you remember" she glanced at her father, who was reading his paper. do you remember | when Dad always used to scold u: | for being rude to Peter?'
 Well, I'd rather go to Peters fol | dinner than anywhere else I ever goI'' AliXs remarked dreamily | Seriously. I mean lt!' she repeated
 as Cherry looked at her in amused | surprise. "In the first place. I love | his bungalow-tiny as it is. it Ina:
 the whole of little canyon to itself | and the prettiest view in the valley
 I think. And then I love the mess.
 sitting room, with all the books anS
 music, and I love the way Peter en
 tertains. I wish,' she added simply
 that I liked Peter half as well a l I did his house!''
 Peters a dear!" Cherry con l tended.
 : (Continued Tomorrow.)