The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-01-10

1 | "As for a lady, ladies are made and not born" she said decidedly. ' Don't ever let them fool you. Bar bara may run around until she's tired | talking about belonging to the Daugh- terS of Southern Officers; she can stick | a sampler up here, and lend a Copley portrait to a loan exhibition now and i then; but you mark my words, Bar | bara had to learn things like any other | girl. One sensible mother in this world is worth sixteen distinguished 1 great-grandmothers
 l Julia said nothing; she began to | think it was time for her to go. But Miss Poland was well launched in | favourite argument
 | 'FWhy, look here," said the older woman, who was enjoying herself, I you're young, you're pretty, you're naturally inclined to choose what is nice. what is refined. You say you're may take my word for it-Julia, your name is?-Julia, then, that if you make up your mind to be one, nothing can stop you. Now I've been thinking while we talked. Why couldn't you come here and try this sort of thing? You could keep things running smoothly here; you could work into the girls club, perhaps; no harm to try, anyway. Do you sing?' | Julia had to clear her throat before i she could say huskily:
 ~ ..L can play the piano piano a d1f 1lttIe," do you think of it, then?''
 Certainly, live right here. I want some one right here with me. You can arrange your own work, you can read all the books you want, you'll come in contact with nice people. I'm afraid to be here alone at night very much, and I've come to the con- | clusion that we'll never accomplish anything until I can stay, day out and in. Why don't you try it., anyway? Telephone your grandmother-slee ! ri eyht here to0ightI''
 Julia struggled for absolute control | of her facial muscles.
 'Here?' she asked, a little thickly. Right in here-you can but try it!'' Miss Toland urged, throwing open the door of the immaculate, unused bed- room. Julia looked again at the fresh own-her own domain! Just what entering it meant to her she never tried to say, but the moment was memorable one in her life. She message to the drug store that was nearest her grandmother's home. She selected a fannelete nightgown from a deep drawer marked: 'Nightgowns and petticoats-Wo She as- sured Miss Poland that she could buy a toothbrush the next day, and when the older woman asked her how she liked her bath in the morning, Julia said very staidly: Warm, thank you"
 s'warm? We'll, so do T." said Miss
  next room. s'This business of ice-coId baths! Fad. There's a gas heater in the kitchen
 Julia, laying her underwear neatly over a chair, was struck by the enor- mity of the task she had undertaken. A great blight of utter discourage ment swept over her-she never could seemed SCI to take shadoWy shape to menace this little haven she had found. Chester-suppose he should Sn find her! Suppose Mark should cover where she was.
 And clothes! These clothes would not do! She had no money; she must sewing classes and cooking classes, knowing only what she knew?
 said to her as nicely as I could, but firmly" Miss Poland was faucet in the bathroom, Well, my dear Miss Hewitt, you may be train ed worker and I'm not, but you can't expect your theories to work under
 What a buffer I am,' thought Julia, getting into bed. She snapped her light off, but Miss Toland turned it on again when she came to the door ton.
 ''Comfortable, my dear?"
 "Oh, yes, thank you" window?''
 Julia raised herself on an elbow.
 Well, I believe I have" said she.
 Miss Poland flung it up.
 Were as safe as a church here" she said, after moments study of the street. Sometimes the Italians opposite get noisy, but they're harm see my light. Sleep tight!''
 Thank you,' said Julia.
 Miss Toland went back to her room and Julia, wide awake, lay staring at AIz triangle of light that fell in the little passageway from Miss ToIand's read ing lamp, and the lights in the street outside. Now and then a passing car sent lights wheeling across her ceiling like the flanges of a fan; now and then couple of men passing just under her window reused her with their deep voices, or a tired child's voice rose up above the batter of foot steps like a birds pipe in the night l Cats squalled and snarled.. and fled up the street; a soprano voice foated out on the night air:
 But the waves still are singing to the |
 shore As they sang in the happy days of
 To these and a thousand less sharply defined noises, to the con stant steady f1icking of stiff pages asleep
 Miss Poland told her family of the arrangement some three months lat CT She met her sister-ir-Iaw and i oldest niece downtown for luncheon | one day in November, and when the ladies had ordered their luncheon and piled superflous wraps and par cels upon a fourth chair, Barbara | staring about the Palm Room, and | resting her chin on one slender wrist | asked indifferently:
 And how's The Alexander, Aunt Sanna ?"
 Why don't you come and see ?" asked her aunt briskly. You've all l. deserted me, and I don't know whether I'm on speaking terms with you or noti We're getting on splen- d1dly. Nineteen girls 5n our Tues day evening club. mothers meetings a great success I've captured a rare 1, little personality in .Tulia''
 She enlarged upon the theme: Julia's industry, her simplicity. he-I natural sympathy with and connpre- hension of the class from whicn the | freouenterS of The AIeya nd xx-o,x,