The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-02-17
The Story Of Julia Page By Kathleen Norris

her feet, to the ca11ey far below. Miss Poland dozed, and the younger peo- pie talked e httleSand were silent for long spaces between the little casual sentences that tonight seemed so full of meaning.
 The next day Julia went home, to Miss Toland's disgust and to little Anna's sorrow. Richie drove Julia and the little girl to the train; there was no explanation needed between them; at parting they looked straight into each others eyes.
 Ask us to come again some day" Julia said. Not too soon, but as soon as you can. And don't let us ever feel that we've done anything that will hurt or distress you, Richie"
 You and Anna are both angels" Richard answered. 'iOnly tell me that you forgive me. Julie; that things after this will be just as they were before?"
 Julia smiled, and bit a thoughtful under lip.
 "'This is March," she said. wen come and see you, let me see-in July, and everything shall be just as it was before! Perhaps I am really getting old,'' she said to herself, half laughing and half sad, when she was In her own kitchen an hour or two later. "But, while home is not excit- ing, somehow I'd rather be here than philandering on the mountain in the moonlight with Richie!''
 "What you smiling about, Julie?" her mother asked, from the peaceful east side of the kitchen where her chair frequently stood while Julia and Mrs. Torney were busy in that cheer full apartment.
 Just thinking 1t was nice to be home again, MamaI'
 'T don't hold much with visiting, myself" said Mrs. Torney, who was becoming something of a philosopher as she went into old age. "But you can't get that through a young ones skul1!" she added, trimming the dangling pastry from a pie with mas terly strokes of her knife. 'Either you have such a. good time that your own home is spoiled for you, for dear knows how long, or else you set around wondering why on earth you ever come. And then you've got to have the folks back to visit yoou, and wear yourself all out talking like all possessed while you cook for 'en and make their beds. I don't never feel clean when I've washed my face away from home anyway, and I like my own bed under me. You couldn't get me to visit anywheres now, if it was the Queen of Spain ast me!'
 Julia laughed out merri1y, and agreed With her aunt, glad to have left the episode with Richie behind .her. But it haunted her for many days, nevertheless, rising like a disturbing mist between her and her calm self confidence, and shaking her contented conviction that the renunciations nec- eSsary to her peace of mind had all been made. She found fresh reason to gird herself in circunspectio and silence, and brooded, little in dis couragement, upon the necessarily re- curing problems of her life.
 She went to visit the cabin on Tamalpias earlier even than she had promised. however, for in June Bar bara came home for visit, bringing two splendid little boys, with wh om Anna fell instantly in love, and a tiny baby in the care of a nurse. Julia spent a good deal of her time in Saul salito during the visit, and more than once she and Barbara took the four children to Mill Valley, and spent a few days with Richie, quite as happy as the boys and Anna were in the free country 1.fe-