The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-01-16

I Miss Toland would bow now and
 then, and tell Julia about the people to whom she bowed. Once they saw
 Doctor Stauddiford laughing and l talking at a distant table with a group 1 of young men, and once it was Bar
 bara, lovely in a blue evening gown
 who came across the room to speak | to her aunt.
 And hello, Julia," said Barbara pleasantly, on this occasion, resting her armful of blue brocade and cider down upon a chair back. It's awfully
 nice to see you two enjoying your | Selves!"
 What are you doing. dear?" her
 aunt asked.
 Mrs. Maitland's party--and
 we're going to the Orpheum. I don't
 care much for vaudeville, though 9
 And idly ewing Julia, she added, Do
 you, Julia ?''
 dry.
 T like plays" she stammered, try ing to smile, and clearing her throat. Well, so do l." Barbara shrugged, gathered up her coat again, and drift ed away. Julia heard nothing else that night but the kindly, insolent lit tie voice that seemed to make a friend and equal of her, and when she was alone in bed in the dark, she went over and over the little scene again, graciousness.
 Perhaps six times a year Miss To- land went to Sausalito for a few days, and then, during her first year as a settlement worker, Julia went to her grandmother's house. Evelyn was now working with Ryan the Hollands fashionable dressmaker and doing extremely well. Marguerite was en- gagged to be married, and as foolishly happy as if her eyes had been fixed upon ideal unions since the days of ] her childhood. Nobody paid very much attention to Julia except Mar guerite's promised husband. who dis gusted her by hoarsely assuring her that she was a little peach, and at tempting to kiss her. There were several letters from her mother from which Julia learned that her father was well again, but that he had left her mother, who had entered, with a friend, upon the boarding-house busi- ness in Los Angeles. She wrote her mother an affectionate letter, and, after a few months, stopped going to her grandmother's house.
 Miss Pierce, delicate, refined, un- married woman, was daily teacher in the kindergarten, and grew very Page. Julia felt enormously fiattered when Miss Pierce suggested that she come home with her during one of Miss Toland's brief absences, and as Miss Scott followed suit, she usually had the choice of two pleasant places in which to spend her holidays.
 Miss Pierce lived with her old mother in a handsome upper flat on Broadway. Julia liked the quiet, dig nified neighbourhood, and thought Mrs. Pierce a lovely old lady. She chattered with Adachi, the Japanese boy, tried the piano, whistled at the canary, and sat watching Mrs. Pierce's game of patience with the absorption of a rosy-cheeked, wide-eyed child. Miss Pierce, glancing up now and then from her needlework, thought it very nice to see pretty Miss Page there and Mamma so well amused, and wished that she had more inducements to offer her young guest. But Julia found the atmosphere, the quiet voices and quiet laughter, inducement enough, and quite touched Mrs. Pierce with her gratitude.
 The first visit to Miss Scott's house, however, was @ revelation, and the memory of it stood out in such bold colours as made the decorous pleas ures of the visit to Miss Pierce turn pale. Julia was rushed into the cen tre of a group of eager, noisy, clever young people, six brothers and sisters who had been motherless from baby hood, and were in mourning now for their father. The Scotts were bold and outspoken in their grief as in everything else; they showed Julia their fathers picture before she had been ten minutes in the house, and Kennedy-Ju1ia's Miss Scott" of The AIexander-1ung open the big desk so violently as to bring two vases and a