The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-02-08
SYNOPSIS.

The childhood of Julia Page, daughter of George Page. nat wife, Eme1ine, was markd with fre- quent quarrels between her mother and father because of the former's s shiftless ways and matinee fan friends. At fourteen, Julia, grown exceedingly handsome, and her mother lived a list1ess life, Emeline having divorced george years be, fore. Julia was to be an actress and her friends mostly of that profess sion. Mark Rosenthal of the family on the floor above. had fallen in love with her.
 At the home of Barbara To1and, a society girl whom she met at an amateur play in which Julia bad professional part, she met Barbara's and her aunt, Miss Poland, who had established a settlement house. Her father being iii, her mother became reconciIed 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 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 neighoorhood house.
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 Julia did not answer; she did not open here eyes even when Jim took her moist hot hand in one of his, and brushed back the lovely tumb1ed hair from her wet forehead. She was breathing deep and violently, as if she had been run ming. Presently she beat upon the bed with one ,clenched fist, and began to toss her head from side to side. Then the stif1ed moan began to escape from her bitten lips again, her face worked pitifully. and she began to cry.
 Now. crowd it on, Jim!" Doctor Lppincott said. nodding toward the ch1oroform.
 Breathe deep, breathe it in, my darling!" Jim urged, pouring the sweet, choking stuff upon the little mask he held above the tortured face
 You aren't-helping meat all" Julia muttered, in a deep hoarse voice. But her shrilI thin cry sank to a moan again. she stammered in coherent words.
 So struggling and sobbing, now Quieter under the anaesthetic now crying aloud, the next long hour somehow passed for the helpless suf- fering little animal that was Julia A climax came, and the kindly chloro- form smothered the last terrible cry
 Julia awoke to a realization that something was snapping brightly, like wood on a fire; that the cottony fumes in her head were breaking drifting away; that commonplace cheerful voices were saying things very near her. She seemed to have fallen from infinite space to this wretchedly uncomfortable bed and this wretched1y uncomfortable posi- don. She wanted a pillow; her head was rocking with pain, and her fore head was sticky with moisture. Yet under and over all other sensations was the heavenly relief from the fa- miliar agonies of the day. She felt so tired that the mere thought of be- ginning to rest distressed her; she would not open her eyes; her lids seemed sealed. She felt faintly wor- ried because she could not seem to fntelligently grasp the subject of Honolulu.
 Honolulu? Hono1ulu?" This was the doctors pleasant drawl. 'FNo haven't. Mrs. Iippincott's people live in New ork, so our junketings are usually in that direction"
 "Ah. well, you'd like Honolulu" Miss Wheaton's voice answered. A pause. Then she said, 'I put some wood on. It's not warm today as it yesterday
 Julia strove in vain to pierce the meaning of these cryptic words. Pres ently the doctor said, Perfectly nor mal?" more a statement than a ques- tion, and Miss Wheaton answered in a matter-of-fact voice, "Oh, abso- 1utely-''
 Julia opened her eyes, looked up into the nurses face( and with re- turning consciousness came self-pity.
 "I couldn't do it, Miss Wheaton," she whispered pitifully, with tremb- ling lips.
 Hello. little grille, you're begin ming to feel better, aren't you?' Miss Wheaton said. Here she is, Doctor fine as silk
 Julia's languid eyes found the doc tors kindly face.
 But the baby?" she fartered, with a rush of tears.
 "The baby is very noisy young woman" said Doctor Lipptncott cheerfully. 'I wrapped her in her pink thfngamagig, and she's right here in Jim's room, getting her first bath from her granny
 ''Real1y?" Julia whispered. You wouldn't-fool me?"
 Listen to herb Miss Wheaton said. -'Now, my dear, don't you be ner- vous- You've got a perfectly lovely little girl, and you've come through splendidly, and everything's fine. If you want to go look at that baby, Doctor" she added, task Doctor Studdiford to send Ellie in here to me and we'll straighten this all out. Then we can let him in here to see this young ladyt'
 Presently Jim came in, to kneeI be- side Julia's bed. and gather her little limp hands to his lips, and murInur incoherent praise of his brave little girl, his darling little mother, his lit tie old sweetheart, dearer than a thousand babies. Julia heard him dreami1y, raised languid eyes, and after a while stroked his hair. She was spent. exhausted, hammered by the agony of a few short hours into this pale ghost of herself. and he was strong and well, the red blood run ming confident and audacious in his veins. Their spirits could not meet tonight sha lowed his praiSe.