The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-12-29

self. and it's not fair, because you know never hold out when you talk that way"
 She looked at "It doesn't much matter. Tom, whether I'm in love with not the point is that
 Tn not certain of you."
 Prove me :" said I.
 She gave me, swiftly her little hand firm, throb- ping, warm. AI will prove you," she said
 cast one pitiful glance over my shoulder. if to bid farewell to my last bridge burning in the rear and then vallantly murmured, Try
 'Tom," she questioned "is there any chivalry left in this cynical world of ours?'
 Even in the moonlight could see the storm signals Yes" :! said. there is plenty of chvalry left-of course there is."
 She smiled. "Tm glad of that because at heart I've never yet got over my schoolgirl dreams. I've all
 'oSeS t h my = uea ire awass wantea tne , man m wear my colors next his heart Tom. and then at my bidding, to ride away for me on quest-'
 I'm very fond of traveling. Marjorie
 "On a quest to the worlds end braving everything, courting every danger for my sake.'
 Marjorie" said I, ''where do you want to go?'
 The wing of embarrassment just brushed her brows "I told you," she said, "that had-that other had Kissed"
 "Yes," she persisted, ''but there whom-I rather liked IT wrote him letter or two (we were sngagedl and wouldn't feel that the slate clean unless had those letters" hN Nothing simpler" asserted; write and ask for them The mans gentleman of course?"
 "Of course"
 "well then. what in thunder would he want-'
 But Tom"-and she looked at me with one of those thrillers again-'ts not what he would want; it's that want you to prove yourself'> and take those letters from him?"
 Ut won't be necessary to take them, Tom; you'll only have to ask''
 Suffering cats Marjorie! That's rather a large order. isn't it?'
 Its my order. You see. it's probably all because of my weak perverted prde but I can't overcome that. I just schooigirl-nobody ever knew any ment" nt a'''' ''-'''-"Hu 0'ol 'feaN 'ne engage
 "What.'
 "No. He broke it."
 And then all of sudden. she just swayed into my Oh. we'll. it ,cas weak. perverted pride of course. In the sunlight the idea of my going man and saying that I was now myself engaged to a certain young lady and would thank him for the letters which that young lady had written him-in the sunlight, say that would absurd especially if I alone. But fin the mooneht and with Mar iorie nestling against my breast-wel then somehow things looked different.
 q am going dear," I told her. "when can get a train?"
 "You don't need a train; you get there and back in your auto in three-quarters of an hour"
 "Its-it's Mr. Stannard'
 Honestly, it almost shame to look grave after that Good old homely Stannard, who had married my cousin Cicily, temper and all Why. he would be only too glad-he would be scared half to death. if oniy-Dut then. she wanted me to be serious. Three quarters Of an hour" repeated. "I shall be back in twenty minutes" And was. The only thing that had worried me was the thought that he might have saved those letters-and that would have been a wound to Mar tories vanity for which, suspected, would have to suffer. But, some way other. Stannard had kept small corner for romance in his heart. and after two words from me he got the missves-there were but three Of them-and handed them out over one of his excellent juleps After that there bit of trouble with the carbureter and had to aroun1 cons1derasy but made the trip and returned to the porch Op the appointed nstand.
 Marjorie was waiting in the full glow of the cleo trlc from the drawing room window. 'Well," said T, with pardonable sefcOngratulaon in my voice. i've done it' And I handed her the packet.
 She took it, looked at it, then looked at me, and burst into sudden laughter Yes sir: just laughed She tilted back her chin and parted her red lips and Well. suppose that, physioogcay speak lng a laugh is laugh matter who laueIls it. But Marjorie had tap assorted list of laughs that would put the pink the ccrte dc jour of Fifth Avenue soda fountain, and this chocolate sundae
 Haven't you made mistaken I bitterly inquired Il asked for an egg phosphate but I think you've turned on the Saratoga Water What are you laus!- ing at, anyway? I can't anything funny"
 Certainly not she gasped. There's mirror handy"
 Indeed? I thought you had seen my face once or twice before, but heard ycu any spec fc objections to it.
 But tits dirty. You have the funniest smudse CT grease all tn" way from your to your ch,-- no. the other side:-Grd then when you try to be scfIous----- Oh. E2urc C-.,.- making it worse.'
 me f5E'n2 was gained i1 your service resent luily explained as l rubbed away square inch skin.
 Then go and wash" said Marjorie
 obeyed came back. and sat close together i'll a darker corner of the yprc-da.
 And. Tom" she faltercd, "vou ,lon't-you really dcn't rint,:'
 Wind wi,ct?"
 Why. thct U,e. I very very your; tkere s.,onll h"'-" lccH sonChof- c!sC--"
 Ahsnrd. :" :-+c:-.otcl. ppssess;n2 myself of her