The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-02-09
SYNOPSIS.

4ady wife, Eme1ne, grew up in an atmosphere of constant quarrelinS be- tween her mother and father. At A Julia was planning to become an ac- tress, and Mark RosenthaI of the floor above had fallen in love with her.
 But contact with society girls in an amateur play in winch she had a pro- 1ess1onal part, made her long for the better things of life and when her mother left the city to rejoin her di- vorced husband, Julia become as- sistant to Miss Toland, wealthy but an eccentric philanthropist at her settle ment house.
 Max, meanwhile, had been oon- stant1y urging her to marry him, and finally, jealous of Dr. Jim Studdiford. the young nephew of Miss Poland, he shot himself, falling dead at her feet in the neighb orhood house.
 Julia and Dr. Studdiford, some time later, became engaged but Julia con- fessed that she could not marry him because she had made mistake in her life, before she was 5 years old. Jim was mortified but insisted that she marry him. As young Mrs. Studdi- ford Julia became a great favorite in San Francisco society. A chance meeting with one of Marks sisters demanded to know if Mark were the man to whom Julia had given her self. When she admitted it, he brood ed for days oyer the old memory.
 (Coninued From Yesterday
 Julia knew by this time that mar 'Tiage was not all happiness all ire sponsible joy. She had often wonder ed why the women she knew did not settle themselves seriously to a study of it phases, when the cloudless days inevitably gave place to something in Con1prehensible and disturbing. Even lovers like Kennedy and her husband had their times of being wholly out of sympathy with each other, She knew, and she and Jim were not angels; they must only try to be patient and forbearing until the dark hour went by.
 With a sense of unbearable weight at her heart she resigned herself to the hard task of endurance. Some times with a bitter rush would come the memory of how they had loved each other, and then Julia surrender ed herself to long paroxysms of tears; it was so hard, so bewildering, to have Jim cold and quiet, to live in this painful alienation of hope and fear. But she never let Jim see her tears and told herself bravely that life held some secret agony for everyone, and that she must bear her share of the worlds burden.
 How had it all come about, she wondered. Her thoughts went back to the honeymoon, and she had an aching memory of Central Park in it's fresh green, of Jim laughing at her when she tried to be very matronly, fin her kimono, over their breakfast tray. Oh. the exquisite happy days, the cloudless, wonderful time!
 She left the thought of it for the winter that followed. That had been happy to. Not like the New York months, not without it's grave nisgiv- ings, not without it's hours of bitter pain, yet happy on the whole. Then Honolulu. all so bright memory un- til that hour on ship-thaIt first hor- of misery that was to follow. The San Mateo summer had somehow widened the worthless, mysterious gap between them, and the winter! Julia shudder- ed as she thought of the winter. Where was her soul while her body danced and dressed and dined and slept through those hot hours? Where was any ones soul in that desperate whirl of amusement?
 But she had found her soul again, on the June day of Anna's coming. And with Anna had come to her what new hopes and fears, what new po- tentialities and new sensibiHtiesi She had always been silent, reserved stoical by nature. accepting what life brought her uncomprehendingly, only by instinctively and steadily fighting toward that ideal that had long ago inspired her girlhood. Now she was awake, Quivering with exquisite emotions, trembling with eagerness to adjust her life, and taste it's full deli cious savour- Now she wanted to laugh and to talk, to sit singing to her baby in the hrelight, to run to meet her husband and fling herself into his arms for pure joy in life, and joy that she was beautiful and young and the mother of the dearest baby in the world, and wife of the wisest and best of men. The past was blot ted out for Julia now; her place in so- ciety undisputed not only as the wife of the rich young consulting surgeon, but for herself well, and she could make a little or as much as she pleased of societys claim. From her sickness she felt as if she had learn ed that there is suffering and sorrow enough in the world without the need of deliberately sustaining the old and 1ong-atoned wrongs. More than that, she had come to regard her own fine sense of right as a safer guide than any other, and by this she was ab- solved of the Shadowy sin of her girl hood: the years the hours she had prayed, the long interval. dissolved her. Julia felt as if she had been born again
 In this mood Jim did not join her. As the weeks went by his aspect grew darker and more dark. and life in the Pacific Avenue house became a thing of long s!1ences and rare and stilted phrases, and for the brief time daily that they were alone together husband and wife were wretchedly unhappy, Jim watching his wife gloomtly. Julia feeling that his look could chill her happiest mood. She had sometimes suspected that this state of affairs existed between ,other husbands and wives, and marvelled that life went smoothly on; there were dinners and dances, there were laughter and light speech. Jim might merely answer her half-timid, half breakfast in silence, and accord to confident "Good-morning'' with only a Jerk of his head: he might eat his oreakfast in silence. and according to 1Iall >f