The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-01-30
SYNOPSIS.

and father because of the formers shiftless ways and matinee fan exceedingly handsome, and her mother lived a Hstless life, Emeline having divorced george years be- fore. Julia was to be an actress and sion. Mark Rosenthal of the family on the floor above, had fallen in love with her.
 At the home of Barbara Poland, amateur play in which Julia had a professional part, she met Barbara's half-brother, Dr. James Studdiford, and her aunt, Miss Poland, who had father being i'll, her mother became reconciled to him and they went to live on a fruit ranch, leaving Julia with her grandmother. Max begged off. Julia became an assistant to Miss Toland at her neighborhood house and found a new life opening before her. Julia met Dr. Studdi- ford again through an accident to a child at the home. Mark again begged her to marry him. She refused him, and Jealous of Dr. Studdiford, he shot himself falling dead at her feet in the neighbOrhOod house.
 (Continued from Saturday.
 And II we marry, we must sim ply make up our minds that the past is dead!" And suddenly Jin's heart grew lighter, and the black mood of the past hour seemed to drop. He stretched himself luxuriously and folded his arms "If Julia isn't a hundred per cent. sweeter and better and finer than these friends of Bab- b1e's, who go chasing about to bad plays and read all the rottenest books that are printed.'' he said, ''then there's no such thing as a good wo- man! My little girl-Im not half worthy of her, that's the truth!"
 Hello, Jim!' said Gray Babcock, coming in from the theatre, and stretching his long cold hands over the dying fire. ''We thought you might come in tonight. Hazard and Tom Farley had little party for, Miss Manning, of the Dainty Duchess Company. you know-awfu1ly pretty girl, straight, too. they say. There are a couple of other girls, and Roy Gr1neI-things were just about start ing up when ca me away!"
 Jim rose, and <icked the scattered ends of log toward the flame,
 I've not got much use for Haz- zard," he observed frowning.
 Babcock gave a surprised and va cant laugh.
 Gosh! I thought all you people were good friends!"
 Hazards an ass,'' observed Jim ir- ritably. There are some things that aren't any too becoming to college kids-however, you can forgive them But when it comes to an ass like Haz- gard chasing to every beauty show, and taking good little girls to supper
 Alive don't care a whoop what he does," Babcock remarked hastily.
 "Yes, so of course that makes every- thing all right, Jim said ironically. But Mir. Babcock was in no mood to be critical of tones.
 Sure it doesI" he agreed content edly. And when Jim had disgusted1y departed, he remained still staring in to the fire, pleased smile upon his face.
 Julia spent the next day in bed fighting threatened breakdown, and Jim came to see her at two o'clock, and they had a long and memorable talk, with J1n1'S chair drawn close to the couch, and the girls lax hand in his own. She had not slept all night, | she told him, and he suspected that she had spent much of the long vigil in tears. Tears came again as she | begged a hundred times to set him | free, but he quieted her at last, and | the old tragedy that had risen to haunt | them was laid. And if Julia felt a | rush of blind gratitude and hope when | they sealed their new compact with a | kiss Jim was no less happy-every- thing had come out wonderfully, and | he loved Julia not less, but more than he had ever loved her. The facts of | her life, whatever they had been, had | made her what she was; now let them all be forgotten.
 "Stin, you are not sorry told you, Jim ?'' Julia asked.
 "eNo, oh, no, dearest. If only be- cause you would have been sure to want ito do it sooner or 1ater-it would have worried you. But now do | this ends it. We'll never speak of it | again, and we'll never think of it | again. You and I are the only two ] who know And we love each | other. When a1Ps said and done, it's l I that am not good enough for you, darling, not worthy to tie your little l shoe 1acesi'
 "Oh, youi" Julia said in great con- tent.
 The rest followed. as Julia, herself | said. like "a, housemaid's dream" Jim | went home to tell his own people that | night, and the very next morning | Julia, surprised and smiling, took in | at the door a trim little package that | proved to be a, blue-and-white Copen- | hagen teacup, with a card that bore l only the words Miss Barbara Lowe |
  with a curious little thrill at the heart The "nicest'' people sent cups to en- gagged girls, the "nicest'' people sent their cards innocent of scribbled mes sa ges. She, Julia Page. was one of the 'nicest'' people now, and these were the first tentac1es of her new es- tate reaching out to meet her.
 Notes and flowers from the Hollands and the warnhearted Tolands them selves followed thick and fast, and in } day or two notes and cups-cups-l cups-were coming from other people as we'll. The Misses Saunders, the Brooks, the George Chicker- ings. MT. Peter Coleman, MT. Jerome Phillips. Mrs. Arnold Keith, and Miss Mary Peacock-an had found time to go in Nathan Dohrmann's, or Gump's, or the White House. and pick out beautiful cup to send Miss Julia Page.
 Six weeks-fve weeks-three weeks to the wedding. sang Juda's heart; |