The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-01-11

own family, and by at least one o1 her friends, Mark Rosenthal. Mark noon. when she had been about { | month at The Alexander. Miss Tolan6 | had gone for a few hours to Sausalito o and Julie was alone, and had some | and Mark walked through the noisy Sunday streets; everybody was out ir the sunshine, and saloons everywhere were doing a steady business. l Evelyn told me where you were, ' Mark explained. Julia made a little 1 grimace of disapproval, and the man. watching her, winced.
 Are you so sorry to have me know?" he asked, a sword in his heart.
 'Oh, it's not that, Mark But Jufta stammered-t'bu I only went home to see grandma Thursday, and | it struck me that Evelyn hadn't lost much time!'
 Wouldn't you ever have written me?' Mark asked, his dark eyes caressing her.
 "Oh, of course would. Only I | wanted to get start first. Why do you Iaugh?'' Julia broke off to ask offendedly.
 "Just because love you so, darling. Just because I've been hungry for you all these weeks-and it's just ecstasy now, though he was still smiling. You don't know it, but I just live to see you, Julie. I can't think of any thing else. This-this new job isn't going to make and difference about our marrying. is it, darling?"
 Julia surveyed a stretch of dirty street lined with dirty yet somewhat pretentious houses. Women sat on white-stockinge children quarrelled in the hot, dingy dooryards.
 T wish you Jidn't care that way Mark" she said, uncomfortably.
 Because I care more for you than you do for me? I know that, Julia" He watched the cool little cheek near est him. But wait until we're mar ried, Julie; you'll love me then; I'll
 But all his young fire could not touch her. He could only win an occasional troubled glance.
 "1 want to stay here long, long time. you know. Mark-if I can want to read things and study things. want to be let alone. It'll be years before want to marry!" Julia raised don't really think of men or of mar riage at a1l," said she.
 well, that's all right. darling" Mark said, smiling down at her, up to Sacramento for a while; I'll not worry you But see here, if I go back to the house with you again. do I get a kiss?''
 0AAe1 sew A11Il q STdsO SAA1AAO, cAA4O let him follow her into the settlement house. But Mark did not get his kiss, for Miss Poland was there, and a group of eager club girls who had something to arrange for meeting the following night Mark left the lady of his delight staid1y discussing the relative merits of lemonade and gingersnaps and two pounds of broken mixed candy, as evening re- freshments, and carried away trou- bled heart He wrote Julia, at least twice a week, shyly affectionate and honestly egotistical letters. but it was some months before he saw her again
 Jula's visit to her grandparents, through which Mark had been able to trace her, had taken place some days before, on certain Wednesday after noon Suddenly. after the daily three o'clock sewing class had had its meet ing in the big hall. the thought had come to her that she must see her own people It was a still autumn after noon, little chilly, and julia, setting forth. felt small relish for her errand.
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