The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-12-22

tag at Bay" and other pictures of
 heir type. The tablecloths were
 oarse, the china and glass heavy, and
 menus were written in blue in .elible pencil, in a curly French hand.
 rom the windows at the back one .ould look out upon an iron-railed ,alcony, garden beyond, and the old, prick. balconied houses of the Chinese quarter. At the left the California 5treet cable car climbed the hill, and
 he bell tower of old St. Marys rose
 ombre and dignif1ed against the soft sunset sky. At the right were the
 ark, with home-going tide pouring through it at this hour, and Kearney
 Street with it's dangling car bells, and below, the square roofs of the ware 2ouse district, and the spire of the 'erry building, and the bay framed in
 ts rim of hills. Montiverte owned the house in which he conducted his busi- ness; it one of the oldest in the
 .ity, built by the French pioneers who were the first to erect permanent homes in the new land. This had been the fashionable part of town in 1860, but it's stately old homes were put to ;trange uses in these days. Boarding houses of the lowest class, shops, 'aundries, saloons, and such restaur ants as Jules Montiverte's oVerran the district; the Chinese quarter pressed hard upon one side, and what was always called the bad part of town upon the other. Yet only two blocks away, straight up the hills. were some
 
 homes, the brownstone mansion, then the only one in California, that some homesick Fastener built at fabulous cost. the great house that had been re- gently given for an institute of art, and the homes of two or three of the railroad kings.
 Patrons of Montiverte began to saunter in by twos and threes. Some | of these the girls knew, and saluted famiiiarly; others were strangers and 1 ignored, and made to feel as uncom- | fortable as possible. Julia's beauty was always the object of notice and she loved to appear entirely uncon- | sciOuS of it, to sparkle and chatter as | if no eyes were upon her. Emeline | came in, with one or two older wom- en, and Julia looked up from a great bowl of soup to nod to her.
 Sign Up?" asked Emeline languid- ly. And two or three strangers. ob- viousiy impressed by the term, waited for the answer
 oh, I guess I'll do it to please Artheris!" Julia said. The girl was fairly aglow tonight, palpitating and thrilling with youth and the joy of life
 Everything distracted her-everythine amused her-yet now and then she
 found a quiet moment in which tc take out her little memories of the afternoon, and to review them with g
 curiously palpitating heart.
 If you like me and I like you L. I want to talk about you l. do you know you're absolute ly 1aSCAIldIIIlS you SOlnE l to kiss me for thati :" Sh1 , could still hear his voice, feel his arn l about her.
 9 Somebody producing free seats fo . the Alcazar Theatre, Julia> allowed her 3 self to drift along with the crowd r They were late for the performance !, but nobody cared; they had all seer : it before, and after commenting on
 in way that somewhat annoyed thei ' neighbours, struggled out, in the be 3 ginning of the last act giggling an h chewing gum. Julia, raising bewilder y ed, sweet. childish eyes to the star
 above noisy O'Farrell Street, wa f brought suddenly to earth by a touc on her arm.
 o It was a dark, tall young man wh o stepped out of a shadowy doorway t n address her, a man of twenty, per = lhaps, with all the ripe and sensuou }, beauty of the young Jew. His ski = was a clear olive, his magnificer t black eyes were set off with evenl [: l curling lashes, and his firm moutl !, under it's faint mouStache. made e touch of scarlet colour among the ric brunette tones. He was dressed wi d 2 scrupu1ous niceness, and carried d long light overcoat on his arm. = "JuliaI" he said sombrely, comin forward. his eyes only for her.