The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-01-07

Continued from Yesterday
 If your grandpa found Chess here when he got home tonight, there'd be g. reckoningl" the old woman asserted duly.
 And what is Uncle Chess supposed to do?' Julia demanded.
 ''I betcher he kills hmself," Evelyn submitted.
 T betcher he does" her sister Sse !Weh itn 6s on your grandfathers headH' the old woman said. She be- gan to cry, still drinking her tea
 1T wonder if he has any money?" speculated Julia
 ''Where'd he get nloney?" Evelyn said. Julia, following an uncomfort- able impulse, went to the window in the close little parlor and looked out into the street It was about six wind had died down, but the street was dirty, and the gIaring light of the sinking sun fell full on the faces of the homecoming stream of men and women. Julia's quick eye found Chester instantly. He had loitered no farther than the corner, a hundred feet away, and was standing there, irresolute, stepped, still wearing his locke of vague bewilderment.
 The girl ran upstairs, and snatched her hat and a light coat Two min utes later she was downstairs again. the chabelaine bag in which all girls
 
 jumping at her belt.
 , But in those two minutes Chester had disappeared. Julia felt sick with disappointment as she reached the corner only to find him gone. She stood looking quickly about her; up the street, down the street; he was gone. It seemed to the girl that she could not go back to her grandmoth- CTS house again; a, disgust for every thing and everybody in it shook her from head to foot. She was sorry for them, her grandmother, her cousins, but the simple fact remained that they could bear this sort of existeice and she could not; it was stifiing her; it was killing her.
 If they minded things as do they would change them, soInehowH' said My grandmother should never have let things get to such a. pass-I can't bear it! The smells and the fights-'' She stopped a car, one of the cable district. Julia had no idea where she was going, nor did she care. She got on because one of the small forward outside seats was empty, and she went on and on, through a. less and less populated district, but Julia, bur jed in unhappy thoughts, paid no at tention to route or neighborhood:
 All off!'' shouted the conductor presently. Julia had meant to keep her seat for the. return trip, but the mans glnace at her young beauty an- nOyed her, and she got off the car.
 She walked aimlessly along a bat tered cement sidewalk, between irreg- u1arly placed and shabby little houses. These were of too familiar a, type to interest Julia, but she presently came to a full stop before a, wide, one-s story brick building. with a struggling gar den separating it from the street, and struggling window boxes at every one of the wide windows Alright of steps led up from the gardent to the pretty white front door, and a, neat brass plate, screwed to the cement at the turn of the steps, bore the words: Alexander Toland Neighborhood House."
 It would have been pretty house anywhere. with its crisp dotted muslin curtains, it's trim colonial walls. but in this particular neighborhood it had an added charm of contrast, and Julia stood directly before it literally spell bound by admiration, and sr11itten, too, with that strange sick fascina- tion to which the mere name of To- land subjected her.
 And while she stood there, Miss Anna Poland came to the door and stood looking down at the street. Ju- 1ia's heart began to beat very fast, and the blood rushed to her face. She bowed, and Miss Poland bowed
 "Oh. Miss Page!' said Miss Poland then, ,cr-isply ready with the name fortunatet I wonder if you won't come in and help me a moment? I've been trying for one hour to make the hall key work"
 Julia said nothing. She mounted the steps and followed Miss Holland into the hall.
 CHAPTER VI
 The Alexander ToIand Neighbour hood House, familiarly known by all who had anything to do with it as The Alexander. was small, as neigh bourhood houses go, but exception ally pretty and complete, and fnan- ciauy well backed by a certain group of San Francisco's society women as to be entirely free from the common trouble of its kind. Miss Toland had built it, and had made it her personal business to interest some of her friends in it's success, but she now found' herself confront ed by an unexpected problem: it seemed impossible to get an exper- fenced woman as resident worker with whom Miss Toland could live in peace. The few women who had been qualified to try the position he'd | all swiftly. quietly. and firmly re- signed, with that pafned ret1cence l that marks the trained worker. Miss Poland told her committees, with good humored tolerance, that Miss | Smith or Mrs. Brown had been | splendid person. perfectly splendid. | but unable to understand the peculiar ] conditions that made social work in 1 San Francisco utterly-aand totally different from social work else where. Meanwhile, she did the best 1 she could with volunteer workers, 1aily bewai1ing the fact that. without he trained worker. her girls clubs and classes, her boys and mothers clubs, had been difficult to start and | but a 1anguishing exist ence- She was a sanguine woman, and filled with confidence in the eventual success of The Alexander, and with energy to push 1t toward 2 completely fruitful existence, but she herself was inexperienced and | Julia had chanced% upon her in discouraged mood.
 Julia's first aid-in climbing through ! ransom and opening a stubborn GOT being entirely successful