The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-02-10
MA GA ZINE
The Story Of Julia Page By Kathleen Norris

1 tently before her. I'm sorry, sweet
 heart" he said pleadingly. You're a
 little angel of forgiveness to mel
 don't deserve 1t, I know how make ! you suffer!''
 Jim" she said, feeling old, and | tired, and cold to her hearts core, i do you think you do?" T know how I sutfer!'' he answered bitterly.
 Jim, suppose it was something you had done long ago that I couldn't for
 give?"
 Ut isn't a question of forgiveness,' D he answered quickly. Forgiven eness- when you are he sweetest and best
 wife a man ever had! No, dar1ing,'' D he caught both her hands in his own,
 you must never think that, it's nev- CT that! It's only my mad, crazy jeal- ousy. I tell you I'm ashamed of it, and I ani Just be patient with me- Julia!''
 Julia stared at him a few moments silently, her hands locked about his neck.
 "Ah, but you worry me so when you're like this, Jih,'' she said pres ently, in the gentle, troubled tone a mother might use- There seems to be nothing I can do. I can only worry and waitI''
 'I know, I know" he said hastily. Don't remind me of it! My father was like that, you know. My father shot at a man once because he was rude to my mother when he was drunk-shot him right through the shoulder! It raised the very deuce of scandal down there in Honolulu! He took mother to Europe to get away from the fuss, and paid the man T I,I,
 'Yes, but life isn't like that, Jim,' Julia protested. Life isn't simple! Shooting at somebody, and buying his silence, and rushing off to Europe! Why can't you just say to yourself reasonably"
 " Reasonably dearestI" he echoed cheerfully, with a kiss. "When was jealous man ever reasonab1e!'
 But think how wonderfully hap py we are, Jim,'' she persisted wist- fully. Suppose there is one part trou- ble, one part of your life that you don't like, why can't you be happy because ninety-nine parts of it are perfect?''
 "I don't know; talking with you here, I can't understand it. he said. "But I get thinking-I get thinking, and my heart begins to hammer, and I lie awake nights, and I'd like to get up ana some
 His vehemence died into abashed silence before her grave eyes.
 q ought to be the one to stamp and rave over this,'' Julia said. ''I ought to remind you that you knew my history when you married me; and you know life, too-you were ten years older than I, and how much more experienced! All I knew was learned at the settlement house, or T rave and stamp, Jim.' she went on. ''is because I am different from you. realize that that doesn't help mat ters. We must make the best of it now, we must help each other! You see I have no pride about it. know I am better than many-than Iii most- of these society women all about us, but I don't force you to admit that. They break every other command ment of God, yes. and that one, too, and they commit every one of the deadly sins! It seems to me some times as if tgluttony, envy, and sloth' were the very foundation on which the lives of some of these people rest, and as for pride and anger and lust, why, we take them for granted! Yet, whoever thinks seriously of saying so?"
 You make me ashamed, Julie," Jim said, after a pause. during which his eyes had not moved from her face. 1 T can only say I'm sorry. I'm very l sorry! Sometimes I think you're a good deal bigger man than I am; but | can't help it. However, I'm going | to try From tonight on I'm going | to try.c
 wen both try" Julia said, and they kissed each other.
 CHAPTER V.
 Miss Poland, who had accepted Ju- | ia's invitation for Thanksgiving, ar lived unexpectedly on the afternoon before the holiday, to spend the night | with the Studdifords. It was a wild, vet day, settling down to heavy rain IS the early darkness closed in, and he Pacific Avenue house presented :loomy if magnificent aspect to the ,uest she came in. But Ellie eamingly directed her to the nur- cry. and here she found enough brightness to flood the house.
 Caroline, it appeared, had gone to fer own family for the afternoon. and ulia, looking like child in her short white dress and buckled slippers, was itting in low chair with little Anna n her arms. The room was bright with dreligkt and the soft light from he subdued nursery lamps, and warm usset curtains shut out the dull and wing afternoon. Dolls and blocks ulia sat her daughter down among , were scattered on the hearth rug. and hem, and jumped up with radiant ace to greet the newcomer.
 Aunt Sanna-you darling! And our'e going to spend the night?' uIia cried out joyfully, with her first isses. What dear thing for you o do. But you're wet?"
 ''No, I dropped everything in my oom." Miss Poland said. NThings ere very quiet at The Alexander hat new woman isn't going to do at l, by the way, too fussy-so I sud enly thought of coming into townE'
 "Oh. I'm so glad you did!' Julia xulted Miss Poland rested firm ands on her shoulders, and looked t her keenly.
 "Oh, splendidly!' The younger wo- lan's bright eyes shone- :
 How goes it ?"
 ''No more blues, eh?'
 ''Oh, noi'
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