The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-02-11
SYNOPSIS.

lady wife, Emeline, grew up in an atmosphere of constant quarreling be- tween her mother and father. At A Julia was planning to become an ac- tress, and Mark Rosenthal of the floor above had fallen in love with her.
 But contact with society girls in an amateur play in winch she had a pro- feSsfona1 part, made her long for the better things of life and when her mother left the city to rejoin her di- Vorced husband, Julia become an as sistant to Miss Poland, wealthy but an eccentric philanthropist at her settle nlent house.
 Max, meanwhile. had been con- stantly urging her to marry him, and finally, Jealous of Dr. Jim Studdiford, the young nephew of Miss Poland. he shot himself, falling dead at her feet in the neighborhood house.
 Julia and Dr. Studdiford, some time later, became engaged but Julia con- fessed that she could not marry him because she had made a mistake in her life, before she was | 5 years old. Jim was mortified but insisted that she marry him. As young Mrs. Studdi- ford Julia became a great favor1te in San Francisco society. A chance brought old thoughts to Jim and he demanded to know if Mark were the man to whom Julia had given her self. When she admitted it, he brood ed for days over the old memory.
 (Coninued From Yesterday
 "Its Jim," said Julia. Her face was blazing again, and she seemed to be choking Hes going to Eur ope," she went on, in a bewildered tone, Ines not coming bask."
 ''What!" said Miss Poland sharply. "D'you mean to tell me he's simply walked off"
 Julia's colour was ghastly; her eyes looked sick and heavy.
 ''No, no, he can't mean that!" she said quickly. She crushed the pages of the letter together convulsfvely. 'I can't--'' she began, and stop ped. Suddenly she rose to her feet, 1nuttered something about coming back, and was gone.
 She ran up to her room, and alone as if she must suffocate. She put there, it seemed for few moments ed sheets instantly looked hideously the letter on her desk, where it's fold familiar. She went into the bath room, and found herself holding her fingers under the hot-water tap, va gue1y waiting for hot water. Like a hunted creature she went through the luxurious rooms, the mortal wound fin her heart widening every instant; finally she came back to her desk, and sat down, and read the letter again.
 Dear Julia" wrote Jim. "I have been thinktng and thinking about this affair, and l cannot stand it. I am going away. Atkins is going to Der lin for a three months course under IIofner and Braun, and I am going with him. I only made up my mind tonight, but I have thought of some thing like this long, long time. I cannot bear it any longer. I think and think about things-that another man loved you and you loved him and I nearly go mad Even when people meet me and ask how you are, I am reminded of it. for weeks now I haven't thought of anything else; 1t just seems to rise up wher- ever I go.
 'I think it will be better when I don't see you
 "I have been sitting here with my head in my hands, wondering if there is any way in which I can spare you the pain of reading this letter, but it's no use, it's impossible to go back and bluff about it.
 Collins spoke to me about the change in me; he said he thought it was that touch of the sun in Septen1- Der. I wish to God 1t was,
 ''I will take the course with Atkins, and then let you know. He wants to go to Benares for some reason or an- other and perhaps I will go with him, or perhaps come home to you. But ] don't think I will come back under 6 year.
 You hear of men all your life who do this, but I feel as if it was killing me and you, too. I wish there was some other way.
 ''I have written Harry at the Crock CT; my account there is to be trans ferred to your name. I don't know exactly what it is, but the money from the San Mateo lots went in there, and so there is plenty. For Gods sake
  anything you want. Why shouldn't you keep the house, until April any way; some one would stay with you, and then you could go to San Rafael
 I'm not going to try to tell you how I feel about all this, because you know. It all seems to me a bad dream. Every little while I try to make myself think that after a while 1t will all come right, but it seemed to me all dead and buried after that time on the steamer, and Of course 1t wasn'ti
 Tell people what you please. I leave all that to you.
 Chadwick will sell the car, and send you the bill of sale and the hell do all that
 I've written and rewritten this ten times; my head is splitting. It seems strange to think it is you and me.
 God bless you always, and our title girl.
 JIM"
 Julia finished it with a little grind ing sound, like a groan, heard herself make a dramatic exclamation, an "Ah.' of agonized unbelef She sat down, got up again to take a few ir- resolute steps toward her desk, and finally went to her bedside telephone, and took down the receiver.
 There was delay; Julia rapped an impatient slipper on the floor, and rattled the hook.
 Western Union, please" she said telegram"
 An interval of silence followed Julia sat staring blankly at the wall Then she rattied the hook again.
 No matter about that number Central: I've changed my mind" she