The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-02-15
SYNOPSIS.


 hat drummer and his former sales lady wife, Emeline, grew up in an atmosphere of constant quarreling be- tween her mother and father. At 4 Julia was planning to become an ac- tress, and Mark Rosenthal 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- fessional 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 an as sistant to Miss Poland, wealthy but an eccentric philanthropist at her settle nent house.
 Max, meanwhile, had been con finally, jealous of Dr. Jim Studdiford, the young nephew of Miss Poland, he shot himself, falling dead at her feet in the neighborhood house.
 Julia and Dr. Studdiford, some time later, became engaged but Julia con- fessed that she could not marry him because she had made a mistake in her life, before she was l , 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 brought old thoughts to Jim and he demanded to know if Mark were the man to whom Julia had given her self When she admitted it, he brooded for days over the old mem Ory.
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 And then, suddenly. there was new woman in the family, in Aunt Mays place. Julia always dated the change from a certain ThanksgivinG Day, when Mrs. Torney, who was an excel lent cook, had prepared really fine dinner. Julia and the girls put the dining-room in order, a wood fire roar ed in the air-tight stove, another in the sitting-room grate. Julia dressed prettiIy; she put a. late rose in her 1ntoher's hair, draped the invalid s prettiest shawl about the thin shoul- ders, arrayed the toddling baby in her daintiest finery. She coaxed her aunt to go upstairs and make herself fresh and neat just before dniner, and dur ing the whole evening Mrs. Torney's sons and daughters, Julia and Evelyn, Chester and Mrs. Page and little old Mrs. Cox united to praise the dinner and the cook.
 It was as if poor Aunt May had come into her own, had been given at last the role to which she had always been suited. Handsome in her fresh shirt waist and black skirt with her gray hair coiled above a shining face, she beamed over turkey dressing and cranberry sauce; she laughed until she cried, when Elmer, who had come from Oakland for the feast solemnly prefaced a request for more mince pie with a reckless: -'Come on, Lloyd. let's die together; it's worth it!
 From that day hers was the happy part of the bustling housewife. No New England matron ever took more nride in cup cakes or apple pies, no kitchen in the world gave forth more savoury odours of roast meats and new-baked bread. Mrs. Tor ney's heavy tread on the kitchen uoor was usually the first thing Julia heard in the morning, and late at night the infatuated housekeeper world slip out to the warm, clean, fragrant place for a last peep at rising dough or simmering soup. Aunt May read the mazagines now only to seek out new combinations Of meats and vegetables. Julia would smile, to glance across the dining room to her aunts chair beneath the lamp, and see the big, kindly face quicker over some startling discoV- cry.
 "Em!" Mrs. Torney would remove her glasses. she would address her sister in shocked tones. Here they've got sour-cream salad dressing. Did you ever hear of such a thing?'
 For heavens salIe!" Mrs. Page would look up rom her dDSOTpSu watching of Chester's solitaire. drop her emanciated little head back against the waiting pillow.
 Try it some time, Aunt May, you could make anything taste good!' Julia might suggest. But Mrs. Tor ney would shake a doubtful head and, with a muttered "Sour cream?' resume her glasses and her maga- zine.
 cl1S fTrirl over her blue cotton dress. and ready with a smiling explanation for Julia.
 II declare. Ju, don't know whats got into my alarm I never woke up at all until quarter to eight o'clock! Don't start those dishes, lovey, there's no hurry!'
 ''I was afraid that Mama'd had a bad night" Julia said, smiling good morning from the sink. "Sit down, Aunt May. I'll bring you your coffee!"
 NO, Emeline had real good night She was reading a while. about three. but she's sound asleep now room," said Chester. just to take the chfl off. if Elm wants to go in there!"
 Then I'll bring my sewing down. after the beds are made" Geraldine said. "You go to market if you want to, Julie; I'll do your room."
 ''Weu.' Julia agreed. "perhaps I can get back before Mama wakes. I'll go up and see what Anna is do- ing"
 Regina and Chester presently went off to their work, Mrs Torney and Geraldine fell upon the breakfast dishes, and Julia went upstairs. She found the little Anna dreaming by a sunny window, one stocking on, one leg still bare, and her little pet ticoat hanging unbuttoned.
 Come, Infant. this won't dol" Ju- lia's practised hands made quick work of the small girls dressing. A stiff blue gingham garment went on over Anna's head, the tumbled curls sr1hiu gated hN a hlIs rihhnrn.