The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-10-14

"I was to lunch here with Mary Cameron. But she's full twenty min utes late, You hate her. don't your" she added, looking up from under the peoples at Peter.
 q don't like her. he admitted. with boys grimace:
 ssThen suppose we don't lunch here?" Cherry suggested, innocently. Pster laughed joyously, and tucking her little gloved hand under his arm, Aoa her away They went to Solari's. and had a window table and nodded, ass they discussed their lunch, at half z. 6ozen friends wh ochanced to be lunching there, too
 She had said that she wanted to with quick knowledge that she meant the unhappiness of her mar riage, nodded a grave permission.
 I've made a failure of it!' Cher " said, sadly. 1T know I ought to l struggle on, but I can't: have no indfvi duality. Peter. I have no per sonaiity! As for my dignfty-rny Her face was scarlet, and for a moment she stopped speaking.
 ..,G Just .tter tell me y5i1 nt sse be that there is no other life for me 1 twenty-fouri'
 | know you are," he said, with a | brief nod.
 "ewhy. every one has some alterna. | tive" Cherry pleaded. ''1t can't bc that marriage is the only-the only irrevocable thingi If you had i.,, you could be happy in two rooms | re-anywhere- But not with him. Oh, Peter, if I hadn't done it,
 l plate aside and leaned toward him, was so startling that Peter, lighted match half-raised to a fresh cigarette put the match down aimlessly eno | H. I,ff IT11 O and laid that down, too, without the fainest consciousness of what he was doing. The day day 1gns,s.a was warm, n, eas hss white forehead, where the gold haiI chung to the brin1 of the droopine hat. The soft curve of her chin. the babyish shortness of her upper lip and the crimson sweetness of the lit, tIet earnest mouth had never seemed more lovely than they were today She was youth incarnate, palpitating flushed, unsponed.
 For moment she looked down al the table and the color flooded hel face; then she looked him straigh' in the eyes and smiled. Well Peter,6 she said with the childish questioning look that always st deeply wrung his heart. She imme diately gathered her possessions to gether to go, but when they steppee into sunshiny Geary street it was thre' o'clock and Peter suggested that the! walk down to the boat.
 They met A1ix on the boat, but sh' did not ask any embarrassing ques tions; she sat between them on thu upper deck, blinking contentedly a the blue satin bay, her eyes bollowtni the wheeling gulls or the passage O ships, her mind evidently concerned only with the idle pieasantness of tn moment. And always, for Peter. ther was the sane joyous sense Of some | thing new-someth h1--s: significant something ecStatic it. life
 From that hour he was never quit at ease in Cherry'S company ant avoided being alone with her even 10 an instant, although her presence al ways caused him the new and tinglint delight He read her honest blue eye truly, and knew that although, Ik himself, she was conscious of the nev sweetness and brightness of life, sh had never entertained for an instan the Hitting thought that it was Peter feeling for her that made it so. Sh old childish happiness that she haI known in the valley, the freedom am leisure and Responsibility of the oil days
 The next day she talked in a trou b1cd, uncertain way of going back t Red Creek, and he knew why Bu . Alix was so aghast at the idea, an l Peter, who was closing Dr. Strick lands estate, was so careful to depar early in the mornings and return onl late at night, that the little alarm, it was that, died away
 The next time that Cherry wen into town, A1ix did not go, and Peter sitting on the deck of the early boat