The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-08-21

smoke them only wheE 1 am tnlnKIng. Now, run in. I want to be alone"
 They left him, and he threw himself upon the green sod, his back to tree, his face toward the distant chateau. Hours afterward the faithful Selim came out to tell him that it was bed time. He found his master still sit ting there, looking across the moonlit flat in the direction of a place in the hills where once he had dwelt in mar ble halls.
 "Selim," he said, arising and laying his hand upon his servants shoulder, his voice unsteady with f1nality, "I have decided, after all, to go to Paris. We will live there, Selim. Do you un- derstandr' with strange herceness, great exultation mastering him. "We are to live in Parisr'
 To himself all that night he was saying: q must see her again! I shah see herw
 A thousand times he had read and reread the letter that Lady Depping- ham had written to him just before the ceremony in the cathedral at Thor berg. He knew every word that it contained He could read it in the A going into a hell that no hereafter could surpass in horrors! And that was ages ago, it seemed to him. Ge- nevra had been a wife for nearly three months-the wife of a man she loathed. She was calling in her heart for him to come to her. She was suf- fering in that unspeakable he'll All this he had come to feel and shudder over in his unspeakable loneliness. He would go to her. There could be no wrong in loving her, in being neal her, in standing by her in those hours of desperation.
 A copy of a London newspaper stuffed away in the recesses of his trunk, dated June 2e, had come to him by post. It contained the telegraphic details of the brilliant wedding in Thorberg. Every royal family in Eu- rope was represented. The list of no b1e names seemed endless to him, the flower of the worlds aristocracy. How he hated them!
 The next morning Selim aroused him from his fitful sleep, bringing the news that a strange vessel had arrived off Arafat. Chase rushed out upon his veranda, overlooking the little harbor.
 
 lying in the harbor. He stared long and intently at the trim craft. "Can I be dreaming?' he muttered, passing his hand over his eyes. Don't lie to me, Selimi Is it really there?" Then he uttered loud cry of joy and started off down the slope with the speed of a race horse, shouting in the frenzy of an uncomfortable glee.
 It was the Marquis of B.'s white and blue yacht.
 Three weeks later Hollingsworth Chase stepped from the deck of the yacht to the pier in Marseilles. The
 next day he was in Paris, attended by the bewildered and almost useless Se- paigner of the wartime days, met him
 at the Care de Lyon in response to a telegram.
 "I'n tell you the whole story of Ja- | pat, Arch, but not until tomorrow | Chase said to him as they drove to- | ward the Ritz. 'T arrived yesterday on the Marquis of B.'S yacht, the 1 Cricket. Do you know him? Of course l you do. Everybody does. The Cricket
 was cruising down my way and picked me up-Bowles and me. The captain came a bit out of his way to call at
 Arafat, but h9had orders of some sort
 from the marquis by cable, I fancy, tc
 stop off for me-
 | He did not regard it as necessary to I tell his correspondent friend that the | Cricket had sailed from Marseilles | with but one port in view-Aratat.
 He did not tell him that the Cricket
 had come with a message to him and
 that he was answering it in person, as
 1t was intended that he should-a mes- l sage written six weeks before his ar | rival in France. There were many
 things that Chase did not explain to
 Archibald James.
 You're looking fine, Chase, old man.
 Did you 2 lot bf good out there. You