The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-08-12

1 me to marry any one?'
 "Of course not, my dear princess, but fancy you've got a will of your | own. Where there's a will there's a
 way. You'd marry him tomorrow if if''-
 eff I were not amply prepared to contest my own will? she supplied | airily.
 | ''No; if your will was not wrapped | in convention three centuries old. You | won't marry Chase because you are a princess. Pm awfully sorry for you, Genevra.''
 --"Sorry for me? Dear mev' | You're tremendously gone on him."
 Nonsense. Why, I couldn't marry
 Mr.. Chase" she exclaimed, irritable
 at last. Don't put such things into my head-I mean don't get such things into that ridiculous old head of yours. | Are you forgetting that I am to be- come Karl's wife in June? You are
 babbling, Deppy."
 "Well, let's say no more about it,"
 he said, lying back resignedly. "It's
 too bad, that's all. Chase is a man. | Karl isn't. You loathe him. don't l wonder that you turn pale and look frightened. Take my advice-take | Chase
 | 'Don'tv' she cried, a break in her
 voice. She arose and went swiftly | toward the window. Then she stopped | and turned upon him, her lips parted | as if to give utterance to the thing | that was stirring her heart so violent ly. The words would not come. She | smiled plaintively and said instead: Good night! Get a good sleep"
 ''The same to you," he called fever
 ishly.
 "Deppy," she said firmly, a red spot | in each cheek, her voice tense and | strained to high pitch of suppressed
 decision, 'sI shall marry Karl Brabetz.
 That will be the end of your MT. | Chase
 .I hope so,' he said. ''But Pm not
 so sure of it if you continue to love | him as you do now.' She went out with her cheeks burn ing and a frightened stir in her heart.
 Her thoughts raced back to Neenah's airy prophecy
 How could she face the charge, 'Tm | not so sure of it,' unless she killed the I indictment, eff you love him as you do now"
 1-6oy ASASo anu o1OWAC pd6SS0 Oy without seeing her and entered the
 window. She heard him say some
 thing to his companion, softly, tender ly-she knew not what 1t was. And Lady Agnes laughed-yes, nervously.
 An, but Agnes was playing! She was
 not in love with this man. It was diff ferent It was not what Neenah
 meant-nor Deppingham, honest friend that he was.
 Down below she heard voices. She wondered-inconsistent alert-wheth
 CT he was one of the speakers. Thom
 as~ Saunders and Miss Pelham were coming in from the terrace. They
 were in love with each otherl They could be in love with each other. There was no law, no convention that said them nay! They could marry and still love! 'If you continue to love him as you do now'' battered at the doors of her conscience. Her maid came in,. and she prepared
 for bed. Left alone, she perched her
 Self in the window seat to cool her heated face with the breezes that swept on ahead of the storm which was coming up from the sea. Her heart was hot; no breeze could cool it; uOtula& OuL 1AS lC0 Ol aCCIolOA COOIo drive out the fever that possessed 1t. "It is mpossihle-iucredtbleY' she was saying to herself. q could not
 love him like that. should hate him. God above me, am I not different from those women whom I have
 known and pitied and despised? Am not different from Guelma von Her
 rick? Am I not different from Prince Henri's wife? All, and they loved too! And is he not different from those other men-those weak, unmanly men who came into the lives of those wo-
 men? An, yes. yes! He is different" She sat and stafed out over the black sea, lighted fitfully by the dis tant lightning. There she pronounced sentence upon hinl-and herself. There was no place for him in her world. He should feel her disdain; he should suffer for his presumption. Presump ton? In what way had he offended? She put her hands to her eyes, but her lips smiled-smiled with the memory
 Of the kiss she had returned.
 ''What a fool. What a fool I am,"
 she cried aloud, springing up resolute ly. "I must forget. told him I
 couldn't, but I canI can" Halfway
 across the room sIie stopped, her hands
 clinched derce1y. Tiff Karl were
 only such as he!'' she moaned.
 She went to her dressing table and
 resolutely unlocked one of the draw
 CTS, as one would open case in which
 the most precious of treasures was
 kept.
 'It was so silly of mel" she nut
 tered. '1 shall not keep them for
 him." The drawer was partly filled with cigarettes. She took one from
 among the rest and placed it's tip in
 her red lips, reckless light in her
 eyes. A match was struck. and then
 her hand seemed to be in the clutch of
 some invisible force. The light flick
 cred and died in her fingers. A blush
 sufused her face, her eyes, her neck.