The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-01-28
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Yet Dr. James Studdiford, walking down to his club. an hour later, with the memory of his aunt's joyous con gratulations ringing in his ears, and of Julia's last warm little kiss upon his cheek, was perhaps more miser- able than he had been before in the course of his life. Julia was his girl his own girl-and the thrill of her submissions the enchanting realiza- ton that she loved him, rose over and over again in his heart, like the rising of deep waters-only to wash against the firm barrier of that hid eous Fact.
 Jim could do nothing with the Fact It did not seem to belong to him, or to Julia, to their love and fu- ture together, or to her gallant, all- enduring past. Julia was Julia-that was the only significant thing, the sweetest, pureSt, cleVereSt woman he knew. And she leved himi A rush of ecstasy flooded his whole being; how sweet she was when he made her say she loved hin-when she sur rendered her hands, when she raised her gravely smiling blue eyes! What little wife she would be, what a gay little comrade. and some day, per haps, what a motheri
 Again the Fact. After such a lit tie interval of radiant peace 1t seem ed sacrilegious to connect such things for an instant with Julia. Dear little Julia, with her crisp little uniforms, her authority in the classroom, her charming deference to Aunt Sanna: And she loved him
 Damn it, the thing either counts or it doesn't count" Jim muttered, striding down Market street, past darkened shops and corners where lights showed behind the swinging doors Of saloons. Either 1t was all important or it was not important at all- With most women, all import ant, of course. With Julia-Jim let his mind play for few minutes with the thought of renunciation. There would be no trouble with Julia. and Aunt Sanna could easily be si- fenced.
 He shook the mere vision from him with angry shake of the head. She belonged to him now, his little stead fast, serious girl. And she had de- ceived them all these years! Not that he could blame her for it! Nat ura11y, Aunt Sanna would never have overlooked that. and presumably no other woman would have engaged her, knowing it, even to wash dishes and sweep steps.
 Lord, what a world for women!" thought Jim, in simple wonder. Hunt GU ooWIl LISICl1cSSlS, puSIieu at I1I0 first sign of weakening, they know not where, and then lost! Hun dreds Of thousands of them forever outcast, to pay through all the years that are left to them for that hour of yieldingi Hundreds of thousands of them, and his Julia only different because she had made herself sol
 It seemed to Jim, in his club now. and sunk in a deep chair before the A0I iy, {of 41,o he could never marry her. It must simply be his sorrow to have loved Julia God, how he did love her:
 But through all their years togeth- CT, there must not be that shadow up- on their happiness; it was too hid eous to be endured. 'tIt must be en- dured" unused Jim wretchedly. ''It is truei
 Anyway" he went on presently rousing himself,''the thing is no more important than I choose to make it. Ordinarily, yes. But in this case the thing te be considered it it's effect on Julta's character and if ever any soul was pure, hers isl