The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-05-20

Ivanon?" she asked slowly,
 and this time the earl laughed
 aloud
 "He wouldn't be called an infamous brigand," he said, but the countess waved her hand.
 '1That, my friend, may be only Ital- ian journalism"
 "Poohp' said Hawcastle. 'This means a highwayman-not-not an en- bezzler, Helene"
 The countess arose from the table and moved about restlessly with her eyes on the blue expanse.
 "I should be glad to believe it, my good friend, but I-I care for no more to eat. I have perhaps some foolish feeling Of unsaf>ty. It is now two nights that dream of him-of Ivanoff bad dreams for us both, my friend" The earl looked up in amazement and then burst into a laugh.
 "What rotv' he exclaimed. 'It takes more than a dream to bring a man back from Siberia"
 The countess looked at him with some sharpness.
 'Then I pray there has been no more than dreams" she murmured quietly Even as she spoke there came the tinkling sound of the mandolins and guitars, and madame turned to the lemon grove in time to see a young girl in a fawn colored riding habit, with a soft felt hat upon her head and a riding crop in her gauntleted hands, enter, followed by three picturesque bandatd with the instruments.
 As she reached the terrace she paused and drew from her glove some silver which she dropped into the hand of the first villain with a laugh. Then she turned, smiling, as the musicians withdrew and waved her crop at the two who were watching her. The earl arose with a bow, aRd madame ad- vanced with outstretched hand.
 "Ah, the divine Miss Granger-Simp sonv' said Newcastle with raillery in his tones, and the girl laughed with a happy, care free face.
 'The divinely happy Miss Granger Simpson," she said, and at the sound of her voice and the look in her eyes the countess ran to her and kissed her rapturously upon each cheek.
 "Oh, I hope you mean"- she began, when Newcastle interrupted her with some excitement.
 
 divinely happyF"
 The girl extricated herself laughingly from the embrace Of the countess and turned to the earl.
 'Is not every one divinely happy at Sorrento" she cried, waving her crop, "even your son?" and with another laugh ran quickly up the steps and into the hotel, leaving the other two 1nnkfn0 O nonh rpffh ocfa icI :1ent.
 music room that opened upon the ter race broke forth with Chaminade's Elevation" and Ethers voice took up the words clearly. The countess turned to her companion.
 "She flies to her piano, mon cher. An, that is good for our little enter prise, eh? ListenI'
 Newcastle sat down with a grunt of satisfaction.
 Its time, If Almeric had been any thing but a clumsy oaf he'd have made her settle it weeks ago"
 The woman turned her dark eyes upon him with a fash.
 You are inEidious. mon ami. My affair is not settled. Am I clumsy oaf tooY'
 The earl laughed quietly.
 'No, Helene. Your little American Is so in love with you that if you asked him suddenly, Horace, is this day or night? he would answer, It's Helene But he's too shy to speak. You're a woman; you can't press mat ters- But Aimeric's a man; he can. He can urge an immediate marriage, which means an immediate settlement and direct one"
 Mime de Champigny picked up a silver fork from the table and exam fncd Y carefully.
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