The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-08-19

feel that will not be strong enough to do it, Genevra."
 But Paris is huge, Hollingsworth," she argued insfstently, an eager, i'm polling light in her eyes. s'We would be as far apart as if the ocean were between us."
 "Ah, but would we?' he demanded. '.It is almost unheard of for an American to gain entree to our-to the set in which-weH. you understand" she said, blushing painfully in the consciousness that she was touching his pride. He smiled sadly. My dear, you will do me the honor to remember that am not trying to get into your set. am trying to in- duce you to come into mine. You won't be tempted, so that's the end of it. Beastiy day, isn't itT' He uttered the trite commonplace as if no other thought than that of the weather had
 been in his mind. By the way" he resumed, with most genial smile,
 "fof some queer, unmasculine reason I took it into my head last night to worry about the brides trousseau. How are you going to manage it if you are unable to leave the island un- tfl-well,- say June?''
 She returned his smile with one as
 sweetiy detached as his had been, catching his spfrit. "So good of you to worry,' she said, a defiant red in her cheeks. You forget that have post poned rousseau at home A few stitch es here and there, an alteration or two, | some smart summer gowns and hats Oh, it will be so simple! What is 1t? What do you seer,
 Eo xvoc s1<,<,Irfr,er 40 Sv<o-41~, %<>. ward the long, low headlands beyond the town of Arafat.
 @The smokei See7 Close inshore too! By heaven, Genevra, there's steamer of there She's small one E or she wouldn't run in so close. ItA-it
 may be the yacht! Wait! We'll soon see. She'll pass the point in few minutes-,'
 Already the cititzens of the town were rushing to the pier. Even before the vessel turned the point the watch CTS at the chateau witnessed most amazing performance on the dock.
 Half hundred natives dropped down as if stricken. scattering themselves along the narrow pier The people were stimulating deathi They were posing as the victims of the plague that infested the land! As he was explaining the ruse to his mys- titled companion the nose of the vessel came out from behind the tree covered point
 An instant later they were sending wild cries of joy through the chateau, and people were rushing toward them from all quarters
 The trim white thing that glided across the harbCr, graceful as bird, was the marquis' yachtl It is needless to describe the Joyous gale that swept the chateau into maelstrom Of emotions They saw the tug put out to meet the small boat; they witnessed the same old maneuvers; they sustained chill of surprise and despair when the bright white and blue boat from the yacht came to stop at the command from the tug.
 There was an hour of parleying The beleagured ones signaled with de- spairing energy. The flag, limp in the damp air above the chateau, shot up and down in pitiful eagerness.
 But the small boat edged away from close proximity to the tug and the nearby dock They spoke each other at long and ever widening range. At last the yachts boat turned and fled toward the trim white hull.
 Almost before the startled, dazed people on the balcony could grasp the full and horrible truth the yacht had lifted anchor and was slowly headed out to sea.
 Chase looked grfmIy about him into the questioning, stricken faces of his companions. He drew his hand acrosS his moist forehead
 Ladies and gentlemen" he said se- riously and without the faintest intent to jest, i've are supposed to be deadY'
 There was single shriek from the bride of Thomas Saunders. No sound left the dry lips of the other watchers, who stood as if petriied and kept their eyes glued upon the disappearing yacht.
 AThey have left me here to dier' came from the stiffened lips of the. Princess Genevra. 'They have desert ed me! God in heaven!'
 'Tookr' cried Chase, pointing to the dock. Half dozen glasses were turn ed in that direction.
 The, dying and the dead were Ieaping about tn the widest exhibition of glee- ful triumph.
 The yacht slipped into the unreacha-H ble horizon. the feathery cloud from its stack lying over against the Ieaden sky, shaped like finger that pointed mockngiy the way to safety.
 White faced and despairing, the watchers turned away and dragged themselves into the splendid halls of the building they had now come to re gard as their tomb. I
 An day long the islanders rejoiced. Their shouts could be plainly heard v the besieged. Their rifles cracked sar- castle greetings from the forest. Bull lets whistled gay accompanimenfs to the ceaseless song: "Allah is great! Allah is goodr'
 No man in the despfsed house of Taswen skaggs slept that night. The guard was doubled at all points. open