The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-03-19

instead. I do my best And you won't gruu, ble. You never do.
 "You never give tie chazce," said. "T'rsnk you!"
 ..It i. who Lave to thank you" sne insastee q --I do, you know.
 So it settled; and arranged go first to South Africa, by the UE.on-Castle Lire; ard then back to Marse!lles by the East Coast route; and then to take trip round the Mediterranean home Beatrice brought the chdren-Bob was eight and Elsa six-to Southampton to see ne off My last recollection of her buttoning uo Bob'S over coat-there was cold w;nd-and putting wrap over Elsa and then standing with enc round ea"h, as the ship moved away
 God bless thera!" muttered. "Aii three of them! If met woman like her!--well now for hfe:"
 did not like to say romance; but that was what meant In plain English intended to marry again, 1T found the right woman; the who is in my tales. She always the same-the lover and comrade of the man. That is all that matters.
 But it matters very much, and meant to make quite sure that had found just this zoman before I married her. had made mistake wEich had imbittered the best years of my life, and de- termined that would not make another. was no longer boy to be carried away by pretty face and 2 touch of moonlight, told myself I could weigh a woman in the balance; and would-before I fell too far iI love with her.
 In the earlier portion os the voyage I weighed Miss MarvaiD; the first really clever woman had ever met She had travelled much, and read much and thought much, and colored with her orsi-
 
 and gcod-humored. But she xas-at any rate out wardiy--less softhearted than I liked woman to be; and she did not for music for children. My idea of her received blow when she sang fiat at the second Sundays service-Beatrice was a de hghtful singer and had rather spoiled me The ideal was killed when she shrugged shoulders at my playing so much with the children on board. : The second lady to be weighed was Mrs. Rich ards; rather think she weighed me- She was soft, smiling little widow, who loved to have the babies round her, and stitch away at rag dolls and dolls clothes for them. She played everyone's compartments, and. though she always said that she lad no voice-and hadn't-she sang plaintive songs delightfully."- that you thought about the voice. only the singing. But when I asked her to sing one song, she put it aside, with sad little smile. es
 "That song is dead" she said a.with something else in me- We became great friends--after that; and told her more about myself than had ever told anybody-even the of my travels-and she looked at the stars-it a tropical night and nodded.
 You see," she said, clasping and unclasping her nands, Il am not good at expressing myself, but you Just love some one-or don't. don't think It IS any use looking for particular ideal. Some day you may find some one perhaps and-she may be quite different but-she will alter your ideal so easily. ack wasn't what expected before knew him; or even when thought that I did-but-I cannot make up stories like you can; and expect it will sound ridiculous to you but-but make up one little story often. I think that Heaven is 5ust-just gate in a lane-where it begins; and find Jack waiting there; and he says-eYou've been confounded long time coming. old girl but knew you'd come all right He'll never worry about my thinking of anyone else. Never! And know he's waiting there; adgeting with his mustache as he all ways did, if he kept waiting-"
 She looked up at the stars and smiled: and I knew tcat had learned one lesson, at least, by coming out of nay study.
 Alter that abandoned the deliberate quest of romance.
 spent pleasant week at Cape Town at the Queens Hotel-and began to wonder whether TO-