The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-05-19
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 Ribiere paid little attention to him, but opened a notebook and removed a fountain pen from his pocket. Mariana shrugged his shoulders and went on setting the table, then stopped and looked up.
 Each time we lose the honor to have it known" he went on. 'rIn Ma, pies, everywhere, are reech Ameri can peoples that would give large pourboire to mingle with his high ness
 The secretary lifted a warning fin ger.
 Have I not said it is to be incog- nito, and yet you prate of highness in the first breath. Would you wish he shall withdraw his patronage"' He looked staringly at the man opposite him. "See that you do not offend again." He consulted his watch.
 He comes in his machine from Ma pies. As on former visits, all is to be as before. No one must guess. To all he must be Herr Grollerhagen"-
 Herr GrollerhagenP' ejaculated Ma riano quickly and with astonishment in his round features. "Herr Gr0ller- hagen"'
 "He wishes to be known as a Ger man," went on NJ. Ribiere. 'It pleases him to be so thought"
 Mariana stood lost in contemplative astonishment.
 What a man," he sighed-"of ca price. eccentrique, so wonderfuli Hav'
 The secretary smiled in a superior manner.
 You have said it Last night he talked by chance to a strange North American in the hotel at Napo1i. Ap- pArently he is much interested. Today He has that stranger for companion in his automobile. remonstrate. What use? He laugh for one-half the hour"
 Again the maitre d'hotel remained lost in astonishment. For some mo- ments he stood with the napkin in his hands gazing out over the wonderful bay that lay before the hotel
 He is not like those cousin of his in Petersburg and Moscowa," he said at last, with a touch of awe in his tones. And yet, though monseigneur is so good and generoso, will not the an archist strike against the name of even royalty himself? You have not that feaf?''
 The secretary shivered in the soft warm air and seized his companion by the wrist
 'T haver' he said quickly "He has not. I take what precautions I can secretly from him. But of what use? You have few patrons?
 A smile crossed Mariano's face, and he shrugged his shoulders expressive ly.
 
 'It is yet So early in the season. Those poor musician"-he pointed off beyond the gates-''they wait always at every gate to play when they shall see any one coming, but of late they are disappoint. Within, with us in the hotel, are but seex people, all of one partyr'
 An expression of relief crossed the Frenchman's face, and he opened his notebook quickly.
 "Goodv' he murmured- "Who are they?"
 Mariana scratched his head with one rumina,tive finger and bent his brows upon the table in thought.
 There is milor', an English excel lency-the Earl of Newcastle; there is also his son. the excelleney honorable Almeric St. Aubyn; there is Miladi Creeshe. an English miladi, who is sister-in-law to Milor' Hawcastle."
 Quickly Ribiere jotted down the names in his book and then looked up.
 Three English he said. Good so far. Those English are safe"
 Mariana went on:
 "There is an American signori- ma, Mees Granger-Seempsone. Mnadi Creeshe travel with her to be chap eron." Here he became enthusiastic as the memory of sundry pieces of gold and silver wakened his keen thoughts. ''She is young, generoso; she give money to every. one; she Is multa bella, so pretty, weeth charm
 You mean this Lady Creeshe ?" in terrupted the Frenchman, with a pug Zled frown.
 ''No, no, no,' cried Mariana in horri- fled amazement. "Miladi Creeshe is oie lady and does not hear so well; quite deaf; no pourboires; nothing. I speak of the young American lady, Nee { Granger-Seempsone, who the Epglise honorable son of Milor' Hawcastls wishes to espouse I think"
 Ribiere wrote rapidly in his note book and without looking up said:
 "Who else is there?"
 '"There is the brother of Mees Gran ger-Seempsone, young gentleman fror cIe 10 ,$n1~