The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-03

$-HAT Aubrey Watson was nice boy nearly NA every one agreed; but he my unlucky NJ star. We were all right long went
 our separate ways, but let either of us deviate from the path and there crash that could be heard.
 The first time met him lost my dancing slipper in the middle of the floor; it was idiotc hare and-hounds figure anyhow. The next day he came to call and dropped one of mothers Doulton tea cups. Then he took drve-I think with the idea of a ramble through tree-bordered lanes, change from the prosac notor-car-and the trap lost wheel!
 don't think that he was awkward, although l I did at the time. He made effort to explain after the driving accident, that when he me, he dazzled he responsible. But l reminded him that even his being dazz1ed would scarcely take a wheel off.
 Then night, when Paul. our chauffeur, was il with tonsillitis mother and took Fate into our hands, and agreed to let Aubrey Watson drive us in his new motor ear to the Country Club You know, of course, what happened-how he insisted on taking the beach road. I could see the moon on the water (every man know shows me the same moon on the same water9 how the tide was coming in, how one big breaker after another washed up around us, swirng the floor of the car carry-@ ing of mothers lorgnette and my fan, while we stood on the seats and told Aubrey Watson how we enjoyed this moonlight bathing, and not~to worry we could easily order dozen or two point lace fans and shell lorgnettes in the morning, and how the author of our ranlbles sat there, refusing to move, gritting his teeth with rage, lighting match after match between breakers see if the batteries were dry
 Of course, they weren't dry; there was nothing dry about the except the roof. When 1t was all over and the sea merely playing sportively around the trees, Aubrey got to inspect the damage It must have been plenty for after lot of pushing around the spark and the throttle of pumping up the pressure and lighting matches to look at the indicator, of taking off the hood and smashing 1t on savagely still stayed firmly where we were. Aubrey tried to crank up but the engine merely turned over its, other side with grunt and went to sleep again. It was, you will r1a- zine, unique situation.
 After whileSone of the acety1ere lamps went out and the car looked like dog asleep with one eye open Finally when neither coa1,ing nor yelled pro- fanity avaied anything, we got out, mother and l. and ankle deep in wet sand walked and walked and then walked. It two o'clock when we reached the Country Club and were put to bed, wrapped up in blankets and smothered in hot water bottles. The Van Dunep girls, who went down to bathe at eight o'clock the morning. met Aubrey Watson, still in the clothes he had worn on the ear and he looked if he had been tramping the beach all night.
 But, after all, that only the beginning. Tie real disaster occurred the following week. The leys gave lawn party ending with cotillion in a tenti it was every complete, everyone said, from Japanese lanterns and lots of punch sand flies and mosquitoes Then idiots suggested going to the Catamaran, big floating raft that chored the second sandbar, out in the harbor. I'd been fighting shy of Aubrey Watson all evening, so went too. When got to the raft it was very dark. Percy Haswe11 helped m up the little iron ladder and turned for someone else. Afterwards he