The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-01-17

think of life, now that she had thrown ner own away? Here was a sickly l looking girl a few years older, cough why had some woman borne her in deathly anguish, loved her and watched her through the. years that least need loving and watching? This treasure they had all thrown away what did they think about it?
 She would come out very soberly into the convent garden, and walk home, through the delicious airs of a spring morning, without speaking, perhaps to break out, over her be- lated coffee:
 "Oh, I think it's horrible-thetr be- ing shut up there, the poor little things!"
 '@They have sensible work, plenty to eat, and they're safe," Miss Poland might answer severely. And that's great deal more than they deserve!" Nobody worried about them until 1t was too 1ate," Julia suggested once in great distress. Lots of them thenl'
 well, the nuns are very kind to them.' Miss Poland answered com true, as far as possible.
 One morning, when Julia slipped into her place in St. Anne's, she saw, two feet away from her. on an un- draped trestle, a narrow coffin, and in the coffin the rigid form of a girl who had been prayed for a few morn lngs earlier as very ill. There was not flower on the still, flat young breast, and no kindly artifice beauti- fled the stern face or the bare. raw little hands that protruded from the b1e-green gfngham sleeves. The ruined little tenement that had served some mans pleasure and been flung aside lay there as little behoIden to the world in death as it had been in lie. And as if the usual silence of the chapel would be too hard to bear. the living girls chanted today the Dies Irae'' and the "Libera me-"
 When winter came, the little trest1e was often in requtsition, for the in mates of St. Anne's were ill-ftted to cope with any sickness. Once it was nun, in her black robes, who lay there, her magnificent still face wear ing its usual deep, wise smile, her tired hands locked about her crucif1x. For her there were flowers, masses of flowers, and more than one black robed priest, and a special choir, and Julia knew that the other nuns envied that one of their number who had gone on to other work in other fields
 She grew grave, who was always grave, thinking of these things, and talked them over with Kennedy Scott kennedy was deeply, even passionate ly, concerned for while, and she and Julia decided to establish a home some day for girls who were still to be saved.
 Time went very swiftly now: years were not as long as they used to be. one birthday was in sight of another. Sometimes Julia was astonished and a little saddened, as is the way of youth, at the realization of the flying months, She was busy. contented, beloved; she was accomplishing her ambition-but at what a cost of years! The great moment might Charming might be on his way to her now, but meantime she must work 1 and eat and sleep-and the birthdays | came apace. Sometimes she grew | a visit to her grandmother's house | usually sent her back to The Alex | ander with fresh courage. No possi- | ble alternative offered itself any where.
 Just at first she had hoped for in spring frequent glimpses of her | adored Tolands, but these were very l few Sometimes Barbara or the | younger girls would come to Easter | or Christmas entertainment at the set | but Julia, always especially | busy on these occasion, saw no more | than Barbara's pretty, bored face. | in furs, across a room full of | people, or returned a dignif1ed good | bye to SaIly's nasty, Mother and the i others have gone on, Miss Page; they | asked me to say good-byeI" But |
 
 with Kennedy Scott, to console her. | or perhaps the reflection that little | Mir. Craig, who came out on Tuesday 1 evenings to the meetings of the Boys | Club, was in love with her. She did not wish to marry MT. Craig, still it | was nice of him to admire her; it was f nice to have a new hat; it was pleas ant to visit the San Jose convent, with Miss Poland, and be petted by the nuns. So Julia cheated herself, as youth forever cheats itself. with the esser joys.
 She went home for three or four lays at the time of her fathers death, md afterward deliberately decided 1ot to accompany her mother on a rip south. Emeline had nine thou and dollars of life insurance. and bought of buying half interest in a in Los Angeles.
 All the theatrical trade goes here, said Emeline. and you could get berth as easy as not!"
 6Continued Tomorrow)
 John T. Fox, who will soon leave for Florida. was given a farewell party at the Lordshfp fire house re- .anflv cd, ,n11f n frfn |