The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-02-16
The Story Of Julia Page Kathleen Norris
SYNOPSIS.

SYNOPSIS.
 Julia Page, child of George Page, nat drummer and his former sales lady wife. Emeline, grew up in an 2 tamospnere of constant Quarreling be- tween her mother and father. At IA 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 pro- fesslonai 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 Toland, wealthy but an eccentric philanthropist at her settle
 Max, meanwhile, had been con stantly urging her to marry him, and finally, jealous of Dr. Jim Studdiford, the young nephew of Miss Toland, 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 15 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 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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 Why you and I shouldn't stay her alone? should hope not? Julia reassured him roundly. And - she may come on the seven, any way"
 These are the times I wish I had @ telephone" said Richie.
 ''Aw leddy." contributed the Chin .S,- 1J1<, table, and dinner was eaten by the light of the lamp. But after dinner, when Julia had tucked Anna into, bed she came back and put out the lamp. She lighted two candles on the nanteIpiece that sent 2 brave flicker over the dull walls and up to the ceil- ing.
 ''Therei" said she, with an energetic P stirring of the fire, as she took her chair again. that's the way like this room to Iook!''
 Richard disposed of his awkward length in an opposite chair, h.s big bony hands interlocked. In the fire and candleIight Julia looked very young her loosened hair glimmering against the back of her chair. her thin white skirts spreading in a soft circle above her slipper buckles. The man noticed the serene rise and fall of her breast under her thdn blouse, the con- tent in her half-shut blue eyes. He let his thoughts play for moment with the perilous dream that she be- longed here at his hearth, that her sweetness, her demure happiness, her earnest interest in everything that concerned him, were all his by right.
 '1 don't quite know what to do about this,' he said gruffly.
 ''what-our being here?" Julia looked surprised. "Why, Richie, what
 H. sG one night? After all, we're brother and sister-in-lawsI''
 Almost said Richie, with a laugh.
 sewhy, Rich, I would never give it one moments thought; not if I stayed here a month!" Julia assured him. And neither would any one else Don't be so si1ly!'
 'It's not me; but it isn't fair to you," Richard said.
 Julia had grown 8 little red. Now she stared into the fire.
 .'This sort of fuss isn't like you, Rich' she said presently, with an un- comfortable laugh 'FYou-you~ don't usually talk about such things!"
 ''No, know I don't" Richard ai- mitted. untouched by her reproach. "I could go up to Porter's and try to get Aunt Sanna by te1ephone!" he nut tered.
 Julia was disp1eased and made 10 answer, and presently he got up and went out She sat there listening to the rattle of dishes in the kitchen, until a splash announced the dish pa n emptied under the oak trees, and the Chinese through with n:s work fec the night. After q while she went to the doorway, and stared out at the starry sky and the dark on darkness that marked masses of trees and long spurs of the mountain. The air was sweet and chilly, frogs were peeping, from somewhere near came the steady rush of a swollen creek
 While Julia stood the porch a livery hack from the village creaked up. and stopped ten feet away. The horses were blowing on the steep grade and a strong odour from the animals and their sweated harness smote the pure night air. The car riage lanterns sent a waverins brightness across the muddy road, the grass looked artificial in the yellow light Miss Poland. vociferating apoI- ogy and explanation, emerged from the carriage.
 When Richard came back from his fruitless errand he found both women enjoying the fire, Miss Toland'S skirt folded over her knees, her veil pushed up on her forehead. In his enormous relief, Richie felt that he could have danced and sung. He busted himself brewing a hot drink for the older wo- man.
 ''Richie," said Julia, with a pleasant childish note of triumphant reproach in her voice, was worried to death hes crazy, Aunt Sanna?"
 '-Why. you two have been here aIone?" Miss Poland asked. stirring her chocolate.
 NO, we haven't" Julia answered cheerfuIly. 'I never thought of it be. fore; but this dear old maid either has you here, or Janey. or Doctor Brice's Mary from the village-isn't he Queer?"
 Ut isn't as if you weren't practicaiiy brother and sister. Rich.e," Miss Tol- and said moderately Not too much butter. dearI" she interpolated. in ref erence to the toast her nephew was making, adding a moment later, "Stin