The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-07-20
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Copyright. 1908. by Dodd. Mead
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| "What are we to doT' walled Lady | Agnes, sitting down suddenly upon the | edge of a fountain.
 You see. my lady, they take the DO | sit1on that you have no right here,' volunteered Bowles. They've got the ridiculous idea into their noddles that you can't be the heiress unless Lord Deppingham passes away inside of g | year, and"-
 I'm if I dor roared the per spring obstacle. 'I'm not so obligins as that, let me tell you. If it comes ts that, what sort of ass do they thinh I'd be to come away out here to pas. | away? London's good enough for any man to die in.''
 "You are not going to die, Deppy,' said his wife consolingly, unless you starve to death," she supplemented with an expressive moue. CHAPTER VII. THE BROWNIES ARRIVE. C~0ONTRARY to all expectations
 the Brownes arrived the next morning. The Deppinghams and their miserably frightened servants were scarcely out of bed when Saunders came in with the news that a steamer was standing of the shallow harbor. Bowles had telephon- ed up that the American claimant was on board.
 The deepest gloom pervaded the household when Lady Deppingham discovered that not one of their reti- nue knew how to make coffee or broil bacon-not that she cared for bacon, but that his lordship always asked for 1t when they did not have it.
 Bromley upset the last peg of endur- ance by hoping that the Americans were bringing Q cook and house maid with them.
 ''The Americans always travel like lords," she concluded, forgetting that she served lord and not in the least intending to be ironical.
 ''That will do, Bromley" said her mistress sharply. 'If they're like most Americans I've seen they'll have noth- ing but wet nurses and chauffeurs. can't eat this vile stuff. Come on, Deppy. Let's go up and watch the ap- proach of the enemy"
 Scarcely half an hour passed before the advance guard of the Browne com
 
 below. Deppingham recalled the fact that an hour and half had been con- sumed in the accomplishment yester- day. He was keeping a sharp lookout for the magic red jacket and the Tom my Atkins lid. Quite secure from ob- servation, he and his wife watched the forerunners with the hand bags; then came the sweating trunk bearers and then crated objects in-what? Yes, by the Lord Harry, in the very carts that had been their private chariots the day before!
 Deppingham's wrath did not really explode until the two were gazing open mouthed upon Robert Browne and his wife and his maidservants and his ass, for that was the name which his lordship subsequently applied, with no moderation, to the unfortunate gen tleman who served as Mr. Browne's attorney. The Americans were being swiftly, cozily carried to their new home in filters of oriental comfort and elegance, famed vigorously from both sides by eager boys. First came the BrowRes. eager faced, bright eyed, alert young people, far better looking than their new enemies could conscien- tiously admit under the circumstances; then the lawyer from the States; then a pert young lady in pink shirt waist and sailor hat; then two giggling, ut terly un-EngliSh maids, and all of them lolling in luxurious ease. The red jacket was conspicuously absent
 1t is not to be wondered at that his looked at his wife, gulped in sympathy and then said something 
 Almost before they could realize what had happened the newcomers were chattering in the spacious halls below, tramping about the rooms and giving orders in high, though appar- ently efflcacious voices. Close at their heels trooped the servants, all of whom took part in the discussion in cident to fresh discoveries. At last they came upon the great balcony, pauSing just outside the French win dows to eXclaim anew in their delight.
 Great" said the lawyer man after 3 full minute. Finest I've ever seen! Isn't it a picture, Browne?"
 "Glorious!' said young MT. Browne, taking a long breath. The Depping hams, sitting unobserved, saw that he were internationally amused when he suddenly reached out and took his wife's hand in his big fingers. She was very trim and cool looking in her white duck.
 "What does Baedeker say about it, Bobby?" asked Mrs. Browne Her voice was very soft and full-the quiet, we'll modulated Boston voice and man. ,s'' \