The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-12-24

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 ! As for him, Mark. there was no s1frnft to his personal dream at all Some day, while yet as young as MT. eParke, he would be as rich as MT ;Pomeroy, he would have five splen- did children, like the Pomeroy chil- -dren, he would have a wife as beau tiful as young Mrs. Parke. To his beautiful Jackson Street palace tne cdty's best people should come. and sometimes-for a favoured few-he would play his ripping etudes ana nocturnes, his mazurkas ana poion- Julia Page, an unnotced little neighbour for many years. had just at present somewnat = FoIlGn 1nISa was s mot the ideal wife of his mind or heart; nor was she apt to grow 10 i'll that ideal Mrs. Mark Rosen- thai must be a Jewess a wise, r1pen- ed poised and low-votced woman, lover of music, babies, gardens, cook ing, and managing
 Yet there had been a certain even- ing. not long before that spring even tng upon which JuNa's own awakening came, when Mark had been astonlsn- ed to find sudden charm char m M.+5n 5ne airI hL- of course. he said to himseif later just 8. kid. but she was mighty cum ming kid!
 member of the family and she knew they all lowed her. She used to run ,,pstairs and pop her pretty head into "a ROS6nGnal week, sure of a welcome and gooo ,neal On the occasion so significant to Mark she had been there when ne got in from work, helping ms s.suers SoDhy and Hannah with that care less dfsposition of iron knives. great china sugar bowl. oddly assorted plates, and thick cups that was Known as "setting the table.
 Mark had noticed then that Ju1ia's figure was getting very pretty, ana ne watched her coming and going W1th real pleasure. She sat next nm U, table and, conscious as he was o! her nearness and of himself, he foune her unconsciousness very charming Julia had burned her arm servlns the fried hominy. and she heho n aI ut for Mark to see. the bare. sWee young arm close to his face.
 And since then. poor Mark seemed to be bewitched. He could not tninF angry and self-contemptuous, but h' did not want to fall in love with Julls Page: he would not admit that wha he felt for Julia was love; ne rage. age thought of bondage so soon, an< especially this bondage. But tn sweetness of her stole upon his sense nevertheless. tangling about him llk ; a drifting bit of vaporous mist; h had no sooner detached one sectol : of it than another blew across hi ! eyes set pulses to beating In Ill l temples and shook his whole boa with a delicious weakness.
 And then came the night when sh had not kept her appointment, an 1he had followed her to the Alcaza Theatre, and later kissed her in tn dark hallway. Then Mark knev From the instant her fresh lips touch ed his and he felt the soft yieldin as he drew her to him. Mark kneN that he was of the worlds lovers. H wanted her with all the deep passio of first love-hrst love in an arden and romantic and forcefu1 naturt dro ChanE6. T chansed to fit them. She was every thing for which he had ever longet she was perfection absolute. She be came his music, his business, his Tiff Every little girl, every old woma that he passed in the street, mad him think of Julia. and when | nassed a young man and woman fu of concern for, and of shy pride i : their lumpy baby in it's embroidere coat, a wave of divine envy swel Mark from head to feet
 Today he whistled over his wor, shinking of Julia. They were to me at three o'clock. "just to bum.'' the girl said. laughing. Maj forward. they might take a car
 the park or the beach, but the pls had been left indefinite.
 He ate his lunch, of butterle bread and sausage, and an entire fl rent pie in a piano wareroom, takir great bites, with dreamy studying
 the walls and long delays betwee Then he wandered down through u empty offices-it was Saturday afte noon and Pomeroy and Parke clos'