The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-12-20
BY JOSEPH CONRAD

He thought of tue moody, wel-dressed youns man with whom he had exchanged gIances in ths crowd around the band stand and who. be felt con fdent was the robber Would he reco4nfzs him again? Doubtless But he did to ever see him again The best thing was to forsse this
 He looked round anxiously for the coming of his ysotto and there the left against the waII-thsrs the young man! He sat alone at a table with a bottle of some sort of, wine syrup and carafs of iced water before him. The smooth olive cheeks, the red lips, the little jet-bIack mustacbe turned up gailantly. and the fine black eyes. little heavy and shaded by long eyelashes. that peculiar exprss sion of cruel discontent which Is met fD all ts force only in the busts of some Roman eDperors-t vA he. doubt at all But that a typsL Ths Count look ed away hastily The young officer over there reading paper was like that. too sams type Two young men farther away playing drafts also resembled--
 The Count lowered his head with the fear fn bfs heart of being everasting1y haunted by ths vision of that young He began to eat bis risosso. Presently he heard the young man on his left eaII the waiter in bad-tempered tone.
 At the call not only his own waiter, but two etf- CT idle walters belonging to quite q different sss of tables, rushed toward him with obseoufous aaeT5ty which is the general characterfsto Of ths wait CTS in the Cafe Umberto The young man r1uftsrsd something and one of the walters, walking rapidly to the nearest door. called out loudly into the Cal 1eria, "Pasquale." He Is the old fellow vho. .sbgt cigarettes picture postcards, matches to s clients of the cafe. He fs an engaging scoundrel The Count knew Pasquale He the zrav-haiTe1. shaven sallow rufian come in his shabby clothes, the glass case hanging from his neck by 6 leather strap. and at word from the walter make hfs s1sf fling way with a sudden squirt to the young mans table The young in need Of cigar, with which Pasquae served him. favnfnz1y. Ths old peddler going out when the Count, sudden impulse, beckoned to him.
 He approached his smile of deferentfal rs~oz< hilton combining oddly with the ironic. searchfns expression of the eyes Leaning his case CD the table. he lifted the glass lid without . word Tbs Count took box Of cigarettes and. urged by fear full aimless curiosity. asked casually:
 "Tell me. Pasquale. who Is that young sixnoTs over there?"
 The other bent his box at once
 'That, @signor Conte." he said. beginning 0 rs arrange his hrsily, and v'fhout looking u5 once-"that is a young 1asoEeys of very good fam fly from Bari. He studies in the university snd fs the chief cato of an association of young men-f very nice young men,
 He paused and then, with mingled discretion saf pride of knowledge. nmrmured the word "e0moyys~ and shut down the lid. "A very powerful sswoyys.S he breathed out ''The professors themselves rs spect it greatly It Is Iira ets1nasfs esstss- imi Signor Conte."
 Our friend paid. While Pasquals was nskfns 11 the. change he observed that the young man of whom he had heard SO much in very few words was watching the transaction covertIy. After fhs old vagabond had withdrawn. with . bow, ths Count settled with the waiter and sat still numbness, be told me- had cone over him
 The young man paid. too got no and cTo-e1 over apparently for the purpose Of looking at bfr~ self in the mirror little behind and st rZhf ss- rIes to the Counts seat He all ip black. vfth a dark green bow tie The Count looked round sn1 startled by meeting vicious siance ont ~ .es
 
 from Bari according to Pasquale fbrn Pssossls -is of course accomplished liar) went O sTsns< ing his tie. settling bis hat before fhe gass sn1 meantime he spoke just loud enough 10 bs beard by the Count He spoke throueh his teeth win fne most insulting venom of contempt. gazing straight into the mirror
 you fxyfonte But you not done with me yet"
 The fendishness of his expression vanished Hks Mehtning and he founged out Of the Cafe v1ss moody. impassve face
 The poor Count when telling me this usno1es and fell back in his chair His forehead broke into precipitation. There was an extravagande Of van tonness In this outrage which appalled, even me What it WIS to the Counts delicacy can't sven imagine I am sure that If he had not been too re thing as dying from apoplexy in cafe. he vou1 have had a fatal stroke there and then But irony apart my great difficulty was to keep him 'Ton seeing the extent of my commiserafon He sbrsBx from every excessive sentiment and my commits eration was practically unbounded It did nof SIT prise me to hear that he had been i5 bed two days Then he got up make his arrangements for leaving Southern Italy at once
 And he was convinced that he could not live whole twelve months in any other climate
 No argument could advance had any effect f was not fear though he did say to me once. ~7ou do not know what a c0n1orro fs my dear sir su a marked man" He was not afraid Of what couId he done to him. To be marked hurt his deIf~efe conception of lifes ease and serenity He couldn't stand 1t No Japanese gentleman hurt in his exag gerated sense of honor could have gone about his nreparations for hoyj-kiri with greater sfeadfsat. ness of purpose. For 1t really amounted to tsa< with the Count He going and there was aB end of 1t He was going the very next day-to die on his estate suppose. from the excessive fnfzzny of that outrage, tainting life ftseH-as t was
 There is saving of NeapolitaD patriotism tnr tended for the information of foreigners DresTnses "See Naples and then die" It ts saying of cessive vanity. and everything excessive -> horrent to the nice moderation Of n Conts '~ -~ 1 seeing him of at the railway station ' thought he was behaving with singular h5elf'7 70 its conceited spirit He had seen Naples He had seen it completely He had seen ft with startling and excessive thoroughness He had seen Do-s than his nicepess could stand He had nofhfnz else to see He had seen-and he going to his grave He going to it bv she IDrerus~ tional Sleeping Car ComDanv's train de luxe vfs Trieste and Vienna As the four long soTE5eT esFs riages pulled out of the station raised mv Dat with queer sensation Of fl heinz trfbuTe or re- spect 10 a funeral cortege His profile. u1F~b aSe1 already and stonily still. gded away behind tas