The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-02-06

Julfa's arm- You want this tight, bu not to tight, don't you, Julie?'' sait
 she. "That can come in 8 little, still Mo-" she resumed aggrievedly, 'fbut board at a nice place on Fultor
 street; the Lancasters, the people tha-
 keep it, are just lovely Mrs. Lan-
 caster is so m motherIy and the girls are
 so jolly; my wash costs me a dollar
 a week; I belong to the library; I've
 got a lovely room; go to the theatre
 when I want to; I buy the clothes l | like, and why should I worry, I know the way Mama keeps house, and I've
 had enough of it!''
 Its awfully hard" Julia unused,
 "Marguerite's just doing the same | thing over again. It's just discourag- ing!"
 | Well, you got out of it, and I got
 out of it," Evelyn said briskly, land they call 1t our luck! Luck? Three ain't any such thing" she went on in- d1gnantly. I'm going to New Yo ork for Madame next year-me, to New
 York, if you please, and stay at a good hotel, and put more than twenty thousand dollars Into materials and | imported wraps and scarfs and so on lis there any luck to that? There's ten years slavery, that's what there is! How much do you suppose you'd have married Jim Studdiford if you hadn't kept yourself a little above the crowd, and worked away at the settle m ent house for years and years?" she demanded. "I can put a little hook in here, Ju, where the lace comes, to keep that in place for you!" she add ed, more quietly.
 'Well, it's true!" Julia said, signing. She looked with real admiration at the capable, b1ack-clad figure, the clear-skinned, black-eyed face of Madame Carro1Ps chief assistant. Why don't you ever come and have lunch with me, Eve1yn?" she demand ed affectionately.
 "Oh, Lord, dearie" Evelyn said, in her most professional way, as she pencilled a list of young Mrs. Studdi- ford's proportions on a printed card, this season Madame has our lunches, and even our dinners, sent in-sim ply one rush! But some time I'd love to-"
 You like your work, don't you, Evelyn? ?'' Julia said curiously.
 "You go tell Madame I'm ready for Mrs. Addison,'' Evelyn said capab1y to a small black-clad girl who answer ed her bell, "and then carry this to Minnie and tell her it's rush-don't she added when she and Julia were alone again; I'm crazy about 1t! The girls here are awfu11y nice and some of the customers treat me simply swell-most of them do. This way, Julia Christmas time we get more presents than you could shake stick at.' said Evelyn, opening a door. Good afternoon, Mrs. Addison, I'm ready for you.'
 That's a good grill" the woman who was waiting in Carro1l's hand some parIor said apprectative1y; she recognized Julia. well, how do you do, Mrs. Studdiford?' she smiled, "so sorry not to see you on Saturday, you bad little thing!"
 Julia gave her excuse FYou know Evelyn here is my cousin ?" she said, in her quiet but uncompromising way, as she hooked her sables together.
 About eleven times removed!" Evelyn said cheerfully. Flight in here, please, Mrs. Addison! At the same time tomorrow, Mrs. Studdiford. Thank you, goodnight
 "Good-nighti" Julia said smiling. For some reason she could not fath- orn, Evelyn never seemed willing to claim the full relationship; always as stunned it to be but a hay and distant connection It was as if in her suc- cess the modiste wished to recognize no element but her own worth. no wealthy or influential relative could claim to have helped her! Julia al- ways left her with a certain warmth at her heart. It was good to come in contact now and then with such se1f-confdence, such capabidty, such prosperity. "I could almost envy Eve yn!" thought Julia, spinning home in the twilight.
 CHAPTER ".
 The Studdifords. with some four hundred other San Francisco society folk, regarded the Browning dances as quite the most important of the winters social affairs, and Julia who thoroughly liked the host and the brilliant assembly, really enjoyed them more than the smaller and more select affairs. The Brownings were a beloved and revered institution; very few new faces appeared there from year to year, except the very choice of the annual crop of debutantes- Lit tie Mrs. Studdfford had made sen sation when she first came, at her handsome husbands side, a year ago, her dazzling prettiness set off by the simplest of milk-white Paris gowns, her wonderful crown of hair wound about with pearls. Now she was a real favorite, and at the January ball, in her second winter in society. a score of admirers assured her that her gown was the prettiest in the room.
 That pleases you, doesn't it, Jim ?' she smiled, he put her into a red velvet armchair, at the end of the long ballroom, and dropped into a chair beside her.
 Well, it's true,'' Jim assured her, land, what's more, you're the most beautiful woman in the room, too!'
 ''Oh, Jeemy! What a story! But go get your dances, dear, if we're not go- ing to sta. for supper. Here's Mrs. Thayer to amuse me-" said Julia, as a ma gnificent old woman came to- waro her with a smile.
 Not dancing, dear?' said the dow ager, as she sank heavily into the seat Jim left ''Whyn't you dancing with the other girls? I''-she panted and famed, idly scanning the room-"I tell Brownie don't know how he gets the men!' she added, -1ots of 'em; supper brings 'em, probably! Whyn't