The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-02-04
SYNOPSIS.

ihe childhood or JuHa Fase. daughter of George Page. a hat drummer and his former saleslady wife, Emeline. was markd with ire quent quarrels between her mother shiftless ways and matinee fan friends At fourteen, Julia, grown exceedingly handsome, and her motGer lived a istless life. Enneline having divorced george years be- fore. Julia was to be an actress and Ter friends mostly of that profes- sion. Mark Rosenthal of the family on the floor above, had fallen in love with her.
 At the home of Barbara Poland, e society girl whom she met at an amateur play in which Julia had a professional part, she met Barbara's and her aunt, Miss Poland, who had established a. settlement house. Her father being in, her mother became reconcned to him and they went to live on a fruit ranch, leaving Julia with her grandmother. Max begged her to marry him but she put him off. Julia became an assistant to Miss Poland at her neighborhood house and found a new life opening before her Julia met Dr. Studdi- ford again through an accident to a her to marry him. She refused him, and Jealous of Dr. Studdiford, he shot himself. falling dead at her feet in the neighborhood house.
 (Coninued From Yesterday
 ''She isn't expected to do anything edse,' Barbara added, "except-at- tract And it isn't as if she could be deciding in her own mind about it; the decision is in his mind: if heaH chooses he can ask her; if he doesn't all the decision is in his mind; if he doesn't, all righti It's a shame-it's & shame. I say. not to give her a more dtgnifed existence than that"
 Yes, but, Bab, your mother couldn't have put you into shop to sell ribbons, or made a telephone girl of you!''
 NO; my brothers didn't sell rib bons, or go on a telephone board either. But don't see why shouldn't have studied medicine, like Jim and Richie. or gone into the office at the works in YoIo City, like Ned"
 Yes, but, Babby. you've no lean fng toward medicine!"
 wen. then, som mething else, just as G1m would have done something else in that case! Office hours and respon- ability. and meeting of men in some other than & social way. You and have somehow dragged a solution out of it. Julie: we are happy in spite of ax the blunder1ng and stumbling, but Eve not got my Mother to thank for ff, and neither have you!"
 NO. neither have Ir' Julia said with a long sigh, and for a few mo- rnents they both watched the coa1s in gnence. The room was quite dark now; the flrelfght winked like a drowsy eye: here and there the gold Of a picture frame or the smooth curve of a bit of copper or brassware ewink1ed- The windows showed opaque squares of dull gray; else where was only heavy shadow, except where Barbara's white gown made a spot of dull relief in the gloom, and 1u1ia's slipper buckles caught the Night A great Jar of lilacs, some where in the room. sent out a subtle and delicious scent
 Funny world. isn't 1t, Ju1te7''
 "Oh. funny!'' Julia put out her hand, and met Barbara's, and their fingers pressed ''Nothtng better in it, Barbara, than a friend like you.'' she aaid affeCdonate1y.
 That's what I was thinking" said Barbara
 The Studdffords went to San Mateo sitter the wedding, and Julia, who had taken herself seriously in hand, en- tered upon the social life of the sum s1aer with a perfectly stimultaed zest. She rode and drove, played golf and tennis and polo, gossiped and spent hours at bridge, she went tirelessly
 
 supper party, and when Jim was de- aained in town. ahe went without him; a. little piece of self-rehance that pleased him very much. If society was not extremey piopufar with Julia, 1 sfu1ia was very popular with society: | her demure beauty made her conspi- l cuous wherever she went, and in July. l prominent in some theatricals at the l clubhouse, she carried all honors be- | Sore her. |
 Julia found the theatricals peri l hpusly delightful; the grease paint l and the ornate costume seemed like | old friends; she was intoxicated and | enchanted by the applause. For sev- eral days after her most successful | performance she was thoughtful: | what if she had never joined the | sAmazon'' caste. never gone to Saul salito, followed naturally in the foot 1 Steps of Connie Gtrard and Rose Ran | some? She might have been a. great | Actress; she would have been a great 1 beauty.
 San Mateo, frankly, bored her. all Though she could not but admire the | beautiful old place, the lovely homes Bet in enchanting old gardens, the | lawns and drives stretching under an | hndIess vista of superb oaks. There | Alone with Jim, in a little cottage eh. there would have been nothing | boring about that!
 But the Hardesty cottage never | peemed like home to her, they had | tented the ,shingled brown house | Dor only three months, and Jim was hnxious that she should not tire her | helf with altering the arrangement of | furniture and curtains for so casual | A tenancy. The Hardesty's pictures | booked down from the walls, their l paaairs were unfriendly, their books | aYder lock and key.s Not a lamp, not | ! cup or sauces was familiar to Julia; 1 E,a felt uncomfortable in giving din- | her parties with ''H' on the silver | knives and forks; she never liked the | pok of the Hardesty linen. Life | heemed unreal in the "Cottage;' she | heemed to be pushed further and fur | her away from reassuring contact | kith the ho1nely realities of love and 1