The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-06-14
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 -"You are pale like the camellia," !" mur- mured Nj. veaudry. resuming his tete- a-tete with Miss Randall. Tt is only the air of the plantation you need to make you theFrese, and we are go'n' to make you renounce these black; we go'n' to persuade you to wear both the rose and the camellia in your dress once more"
 Not ye."- said the girl sternly, fln- gering her black dress.
 "I kncw..what you mean," he re- turned, with deep, significance. "Yet l tell you'll think you are go'n' to take of your smeHrning at the plantation. When you de then you will listen to what have ksp' in my heart so long, "I will not listen to any other man before then" she interrupted nstless- ly. Why is. Colonel Moreau not to come wiEA us?"> she added abruptly, patience te meet him. Are we not to see himT
 "Oh, yes. Possibly he may come in time te start with us," returned Mime. Davezac, rescuing the General from stranguiatfen as he again at tempted to drain bis milk at a draft in order to the sooner return to '@The Two Princes-A, Romance"
 If Colonel Moreau doesn't come, i" said Ann f1eydell, that leaves an empty seat in the carriage. Adele, won't you ask { Anatole to take 1t in- stead of riding ,on horseback"
 "Certainay, Isde." replied Miss Ran dan in the same pleasant. ifeless voice. And, affheugh the young creole impdlsively kissed her hand. she re- mained as strangely emotionless and expressioniess.
 Come" SAe added colorlessly; "you and I, Ann, have our packing to fin ish."
 And thsre, is . packing case in the courtyard" sighed Mime. Davezac. "Wfn you see for me if it is secure, dear Anatele?" Then as the two girls left the room she added gravely: Adele has always been fonder of you, Anatole. than of any other man. You
 
 gloom. She wears that mourning now more than year. Ugh! She broods; she is so bitter. so strange, so inn pulsive, ESQ full of morbid impulse. Becausesh father had no one to pro- tect him the poor child thinks she should befriend all the world which Is in trouble. Last week one day com ing home from the cathedral she has given her warm cloak to ragged wo- man in the street. That was in the rain. You must help to rouse her, cher Anatole, from this gloom"
 'Tt is no secret from all what l would give to make Ter happy once more." he replied, with gloomy sin eerity.
 When the young creole and his host ess joined the others at their packing forgotten. had taken his book and SC creted himself under the table. iI which city ofsrefuge he hoped to fol low without interruption the further adventures of his two heroes. With all a child's adaptation to environment il was not long gtbefore he became com pletely absorbed in the romance. Pres ently vague and disturbing cries came stealing in through the open window and these he impatiently shook off. fol natural inquisitiveness as to their ori gin was trivial compared to the fate of the two princes. But the voices re fused to be thus lightly dismissed. Ex cited cries of: He went this way Look in that courtyard. He turned this corner!' certainly merited the earnest attention and searching inquiry of every healthy eight-year-old whose native inquisitiveness cannot be damp ened by being dragged from bed be fore dawn or discouraged by the pros pect of an all day journey. After all exciting fact is superior to exciting fic ton. for the former is but temporary while tte latter is comparatively per manent-to be used as a stimulant ol sedatve when real life is lacking il appeal.
 Turning around and looking up iron under the table, the Generals inquir ing eyes met those of Cameo Kirby who. standing motionless by the cur tains. was warfly scanning the room For long moment man and boy mute ly estimated each other. too surprised to speak. Come; cheer up." said Kirb! at length. unconsciously employing his characteristic phrase. Don't b, afraid"
 HPm> not afraid" breathed tn, General, creeping cautiously from un der the table
 Does the roof of this house toC2h the roof of the house next doorT' pur. sued the gambler, with a reassuring smile.
 'No." said the child, round eyed
 "Are there people upstairs?''
 "Yes. there are"
 Kirby considered, no hint of his di. lemma in voice or bearing. He felt that he could rely upon this child, who with all the composure of a self pos sessed adult, evinced no alarm or Rmazement at the sight of an over heated and disarranged young man en- tering a strange house via the win dow.
 Does that lead to the street?" he asked, pointing to door on his right.
 The General nodded. He was breath less and terrified with joy. Are you somebody making a hairbreadth es- cape?' he stated r"ther than asked.
 'I hope so," admitted Kirby, with a smile. Do you want to be somebody