The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-09-13


 please? You see. I'm afraid you won't be very fortable,'
 You may give me the benefit of the doubt," she said.
 bowed, gravely.
 Have you any for the story?" she asked.
 "F1ow tell you" said until I've heard it?"
 'You can't" she snapped, land probably not them
 She smoothed the bedclothes with her handsome cid hands, glanced at the clock. told to remind her to remind me wind 1t when she had finished the story, and began:
 sTt's about your Uncle Peter and me moving Vest she said, when we had a better home in better place. He didnS move. he wouldn't. and talked about his career. But nothing of that
 "1dy parents had three daughters. Sarah, your grandmother that was; Paulina. that's your humble greataunt-the eldest of the three; and Mary. who the last of to visit this planet and the first of quit it. Our family never backwoods family always had money, and plate and DOT traits. We girls had the best education to be obry tained in Europe, and the prettiest clothes. When went riding our black horses. with white ostrich plumes in hats, made fine show of beauty and fashion, can tell you My sisters shared the family beauty-your great-great-grand- mother-ny mamma-was a ravishing creature; and my papa handsome, though gutleless-but most of the sense to For instance, when we presented the Emperor of the French he asked what he could make his memory pleasant to the three beIles AmeEicainess Sarah, who mischief, curtesied and dirted with her eyes, which black coaIs and said Promise to remember me- sire, and I shall be happy Mary, who was, something of toady. but who really did love her France. said Continue make France happy, sire Che beatifying it with taxes and sudden death), and I will remember you in my prayers. Then he turned to and shot cold gray beams at out of his eyes. And Minerva of the West?' he asked T, sire,' said I. have short memory; but if you wish to give me a more mate rial monumc-tum pignus que Amore' (she pro nounced it in the old, soft style). and looked at the rings on his left hand.
 3 The deviL' said he and he gave the one with the biggest diamond and he laughed at him self, which he seldom did, like schoolboy. Then he shot look at his wife, and back at me and winked. T wish to God said he. that had been born with the nationality a Turk. of merely with the incIinations'
 Sire, said I. -as wife you would lead me dogs life; as next best wife should lead you one Let us be thankful then all these small mercfes vouchsafed to us by homogeneous religion
 " Do you hear? said he to the Empress. the lady calls you small mercy.'' The Empress was really a dreadful trump to look at, spite of her some clothes She had figure like peanut, and lower lip like horses upper lip. She could lower it, as you lower bucket into a we'll think she could have picked pennies with it.
 Did she?' she said without showing any interest whatever. And I've always admired her for it. The way she said it proved generations of cold naughty ancestors congIonerated one icicle It was the only time in life that felt snubbed. But had the ring, and sisters had nothing green envy. Which certainly where the family sense lay. Snubs pass, but diamonds increase value Your great-uncle Peter. however, put the thing up collateral Black Friday. forget which. It was the only sensible thing he ever did without con sulting me-,
 She stopped. I waited for a minute and then said: You started to tell why you and Uncle Peter came West. and you got as far East as France"
 Il was thinking" said my great-aunt very mildly Tor her, about emphasis and proportion. I can't make up my mind whether to introduce the French man at the French court, which would be the order ln which really met him, to wait and let him come in later, suddenly did- come : and then go back to the French court and explain him some length, what o you think?'
 Wny, said l. somewhat taken aback, "I--"
 IT you were Eddie Poe" she said. you'd have your answer pat-like that.' And she snapped her old thumb and forefnger with great force and spirit.
 I'm not worthy to off my hat to Eddie Poe," said I, hunbly
 Teach your great-aunt Paulina to suck eggs.'' said she. politely "No my grand-nephew, don't picture you meditating matters of upon empty stomach, much purpose a full Gen1uses have dat to the sides of their head; yours stick out like schooner going wing wing. l always told your mother to strap them might have amounted something"
 Perceiving that she unable feel ings or shake my resolve become an author, she cackled aloud Stakes alive!" she said, 'he hasn't even vanity to go If career hodge podged at the very outSet!"
 "It seems to me-" said I. that the which is