The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-02-14
SYNOPSIS.

lady wife, EnsSRe, gre" oP t tam mosphere of constant quarrellng pe- tween her mother and father. AL I4 Julia was planning to become an ac- Iress, and Mark Rosenthal ot the LAoor above had fallen in love With her.
 But contact with society girls in an amateur nlay in winch she had pro fessional part made her long Tor the better things of life and when her mother left Jlle city to reJoln her oL- yorced husband, Julia become an as sistant to Miss Poland, wealthy but an eccentric philanthropist at her set'le- Znent house. s+sntJy urging her to marry him, ana Gnauv. jealous of pr. Jim Studdforo, the young nephew of Miss To!a7d, ne shot himself, falling dead at nsr Feet in the neighborhood house
 Julia and Dr. Studdiford, sone tune . later became engaged but JV1a con fessed that she could not m n1fry hlit because she had made mbtake n her life, before she was Is years ot, Jim was mortified but insistef tSa1 Sa'dliz Tie marry him. As young Mrt. Stuoui- ford Julia became a great taVorna" nnca n.. san Francisco society. A chsnce meeting with one of Matk's siNers brought old thoughts to Jim an +he he man to whom Julia had given hero self When she admitted II ne fyrooded for days over the old nelll- ory. ,..z.,,
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 ..Sh no. thank you" Julie said ..1,11 inst sit here for a while all then
 Ellie went softly out; the clock str,c,- nine-ten-eleven. Against 1he closely curtained windows-he ram still felt with a softened hiss. he GU" 5 broke. famed up, died down,o rosy glow. Still Julia sat, sunk I her oeep chair. musing. .o+ t,o,,sa
 +I,1 t1r al changed, and made, for tn first tune in it's years of tenancy. fro a nome There must be paint orside' clean najnt. there must be a gsden' with brick path and rose buses where little girl might take he hrst sluiiip :. ling steps, and where 'prihs "o'iiu make q brave showineln green anu white for the eyes of tea hoilieso 7,t
 Indoors there shoul De q cool
 tie orderly dining-ro,h' "ltn ou china on its shelves and plue rug under the round -Die' anu
 t,o,,1d ba a drawfn-room papered III clean tans and curtned III cream COZ ,,Dri.t piano and com "u1' ha;-s he ugly old store room off the Xxi ieH . etti,, but what was new and pretty mu' So t,1,,oa1,a
 Iyit tiIe ,.I with curtains and ..: there must be the
 of scr,bed white woodwork
 It,,. oF olished metal. It was . b,s. Litcbe, the invalid might stlll Ii,,a to aIer chair there
 T, bass,snt's big, unused front -oo,,, r,us+ Q finished in durapie pur- and eass mating TOT Ohcle Chester: tere must De oaln up NllCohSA' Nav and stairs; tw rooms ior Aunt Fo- Iba girls one for cranoHla' oiie ioi ,,.Ita an. little Anna-
 ch for exte-nals. But what
 ,ring the tenants to suit the bo,,so~ Would tine and patience ever +rsr,r,r, Mrs. Forney into busy, ,,sofn1 woman? Would Geraldine ana T esrirlL deveIop( Into hopeless incompe- reafs like MaEuerite, .or pay Juha for all her trdble by oecom.i's nap DIV and helpf3 and contented?
 Time must show. Only the days ,nd +be yearJ would answer the ques- tfon that Juta asked of the lire. There must he padence, there must be end- less effort there would be times oK bitterest Encouragement and depres- sion. An in the end?
 In the/end there would only oe' al best. opA family out of m1lhons or otber Antilles, saved from unneces- " ora bolsehold lifted from the weight of incbmpetence and wretchedness that hIrdened the world There would he no miracle, no appreciation, no gratitude. ,.o ..I+ nav save Geraldine and Regina from lives like Rita's, and bitterness like MuriePs and Evelyn's. It may save them from clouding their hVes
 Ri who knows what a clean and sweet fdeal-held before them. may do for them? And poor Chess, who has been xvronged all his life. and my poor lit
 1dmother, and Mama"
 It was the thought of her mFNNter that turned the scale Julia thoc nt of the dirty blankets and the sosgy pillow that furnished the invalid s chair, of the treat that simple bowl of oyster soup seemed to the failing appetite
 And I can do it!" she said to her self. .'It will be hard for months and months, and it will be hard now to r,,ake Aunt Sanna see that I am right but can do it. She looked about the luxurious room, and smiled a lit tie sadly "No more of this!' she thought. And then longing for her husband came with a sick rush. "Oh, Jimmy.'' she whispered, with filling eyes. If 1t was only you and me, my darling! If we were going anywhere together, to the poorest neiShborhood and the meanest cabin in tho world how blessed I would bel How we could work and laugh and plan together for Anna and the OthersI" But presently the tears dried on her checks. Never mind, it will keep me from thiukinE 2 zoo hard" she thought. "I shall be needed, shall be busy. and nothing else matters much!''
 She got up, and went to one of the great windows that looked down across the city. The rain was over, dark masses of cloud were breaking and stirring overhead; through their rifts she caught the silver simmer of the troubled moon. Across the shad- owy band that was the bay a ferry boat. pricked with hundreds of tiny lights. was moving toward the glitter ing chain of Oakland. There was a light on Alcatraz, and other nearer lights scarttered through the dark masts and dim hulks of the vessels