The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-01-31

the side setreet, where a carriage was waiting. And here there was one more delay: Chester Cox, a thin sham bling figure, came forward from shadowy doorway, and rather tinidly held out his hand.
 'I couldn't get away until jest now,'' said Chester But of course wish you luck, Ju1ial"
 Why, it's my uncle!" Julia said, cordially clasping his hand. MT. Cox Doctor Studdiford. I'm so glad you
 Glad to know you. MT. Cox" Jim said heartily.
 And I brought you a little pres ent; it ain't much. but maybe you can use it!" mumbled Chester, ter ribly embarrassed, and with nervous laugh handing Julia a rather large package somewhat flimsily wrapped and tied.
 "Oh, thank youi" Julia said grate- fully, And before she got in the car r;age she put her hand on Chester's arm, and raised her fresh exquisite little face for a kiss. "NCw, about this" Doctor Stud afford began de1icate1y, g1ancfng at Chester's gift, which Julia had given ! him to hold. q wonder if it wouldn't be wise to ask your uncle to send this to my mothers until we get back, Ju. Y see, dear-' I Oh. no-ro!' Julia said eagerly, leaning out of the carriage, and talk ing the package again. She sent Chester a last bright smile, as Jim | jumped in and slammed the door, but | it was an April face that she turned 1 a second later to her husband. ] They're all so good to me, and it 1 just breaks my heart!" she said
 ''At last-it's all over-and you be- ] long to mel" exu1ted Jim. 'I have been longing and longing for this, just the be alone with you, and have you | to myself. Are you tired, sweetheart ?'' 1 "No-o. Just a littIe-perhaps" l "But you do love me?'
 "Oh, Jim-you idiot!'' Julia slipped ] Ter hand into his, he put one arm l about her, and rested against his | shoulder. When I think that I will often ride in carriages" she unused, half smiling, "and that, besides be- ing my Jim, you are rich man, it l makes me feel as if I were Cinder- ella!"
 You shall have your own carriage if you want it, Pussy!" he smiled l "Oh, don't-don't give me anything l more," begged Julia, Cor a clock somewhere will strike twelve, and I'll wake up in The Alexander. with the Girls Club rel, eo rsine a plav!.
 
 of her Pullman drawing-room, and commented upon one hundred of its surprising convenience, and when her smart little travelling case, the grooms gift, had been partly unpack- ed, and when her blue eyes had re- freshed themselves with a long look at the rolling miles of lovely San Ma teo hills, then young Mrs. Studdiford looked at her Uncle Chester's we'd ding gift. She found a brush and comb and mirror in pink cellu1oid, with roses painted on them, locked with little brass hasps into case lined with yellow silk.
 Look, Jim!' said Julia pitifu1ly. not knowing whether to laugh or to cry.
 ! "GoshY' said the doctor thought fully, looking over the coat he was neatly arranging on a hanger. "I've often wondered who buys those things!"
 "Tn give it to the porter" Julia decided. "He may like it. Dear old Chess!" And Jim grinned indu1gent- ly a few minutes later at the picture Of his beautiful little wife ens1aving the old colored porter, and gravely discussing with him the advantages and di5aovantages of his work.
 "You xnow. we could have our meals here, Ju'' Jim suggested "C1aude here"-an porters were Claude to Jim-''wou1d take care of us, wouldn't you, Claude?"
 Dat I wou1d!" said Claude with husky fervor. But Julia's face fell "Oh Jim! But it would be such fun to go out to the dining-car!'' she pleaded.
 1 Jim shouted. ''Al1 right, you baby!' he said. You see. my wife's only a little girl" he explained. She's nfcrI,k ri,a T,r1i ia | "She sho don't look more'n dat,' Claude ga11antly assured them, as he departed.
 "rn be twenty-four on my next birthday" Julia said thoughtfully, a few moments later.
 TWe1I, at that, you may live three or four years moreI' Jim consoled her. Do you know what time it is, Loveliness? It's twenty minutes past six. We've been married exactly two hours and twenty minutes. How do you like it?''
 'I love itv' said Julia boldly DO have to change my dress for din- ner?"
 You do not"
 l "But I ought to fix my hair, it's all mashedv' Julia did wonders to ii with one of the ivory-backed brushes that had come with the new travel ling case, fluffing the thick braids and tucking the loose golden strands about her temples trimly into place Then s5@e rubbed her face with a tow el, and jumped up to straighten her belt, and run an Investigating finger about the embroidered ''turn-doWn' collar that finished her blue silk blouse. Finally she handed Jim he1 new whisk-broom with a capable air
 and presented straight little shoul . ders to be brushed.
 r Jim turned her round and round . whisking and strengthening, and occa ,sionaIIy kissing the tip of pink ear , or the straight white line where he , hair parted
 Here, you can't keep that up al , nighti' Julia suddenly protested grabbing the brush. "I'11 do you,' , But Jim stopped the performance b. l suddenly fmprisoning girl and whisk ] l L.. Iii