The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1911-03-16

sometimes the market people will
come over from Messina; but they do
not come often, and my father does
not like them to land"
tits most extraordinary" said
Ronald, under his breath, and staring
at her. "And you live here with only
your father and a servant-giri for
company! Why, it is worse than the
moor. How can you exist? What do
you do to kill the time?"
She stretched out her arms, with
the palms of her hands upwards and
made little sweeping gesture.
THE time passes. I go in the boat
to the fishing sometimes; and I help
Nita-But you had better CO."
ga minute-a moment or two long
er!" he pleaded. What else? You
read?"
YES" she said wistfully; 'but I
have only a few books the, captain of
the ketch gave me, and 1 almost know
them by heart"
"You like books?" he said, with
suppressed eagerness.
She nodded.
Eyes; now. One time I didn't care.
didn't know anything about them;
but lady lent me some"
"Here?" he put in; every detail of
her life had a surprising interest for
him.
mo; on the moor" said Cara, with
a sigh. ''She drove across the moor
one day and stopped at the mill. and
was very kind to me. She was the
great lady from the Hall, Miss Des-
borough"
Ronald was too amazed for speech.
Evelyn! He took off his cap, and
rubbed his head in confused fash
ion.
"She was very, very kind to me-"
said Cara wistfully. ''She took me
to the Hail."
'"rhorden!" calculated Ronald.
Eyes. You know it?" she asked
quickly.
Twelve heard Of it, he said, as
casually as he could. "Oh, yes! I've
heard of it. You-you liked her"
Cara did not reply; as if a res
ponse were unnecessary.
81 never thanked her." she said in
a low voice, after a pause, during
which Ronald stared before him va
cantly. ST didn't know we were leav-
ing; it was SO sudden"
A voice, shrill and startlingly clear,
rose from the direction of the house,
calling:
"Signorina! Signorina! Caraw
Cara rose quickly.
THAT is Nita!'' she said ..I must
go. She must not find you here"
Ronald, in his excitement, in his
dread of losing her, perhaps for .ev-
er, ventured to lay his hand on her
arm.
"One moment! Tell her you are
coming! Tell her to go back to the
housed ouick!"
She drew her arm away, but not
violently, and looked at him with sur
prise; but she evidently hesitated, and
a moment afterwards she called in
her clear voice:
Il am here, Nita, and am coming
Go back to the houses"
Thank you!" he said gratefully.
"Oh, say, give me another moment!"
| for che hod h1r q oas+,,,o ;na;.a..l
his dismissal us that your name
Cara? It's Italian, of course. Yes:
but Raven-that's English"
cit means 'Corvo,'" said Cara. eve
have that name here in Italy, What
Is your name, signor?"
Ronald wanted to say ''Desborough
I'm the brother of the lady who, you
say, was SO kind to you, whom you
chummed up with" But such can
dour was too risky.
Robert Carew," he said, in the
low voice, the almost whisper, In
which they were speaking. Look
here, do you mean to say that I must
not come and see you again? II
| sounds absurd! Here are we two
who have met before, living on a cou-
pie of Islands,
She shook her head.
mo, you must not come, please
You will be leaving Tricania present.
1y."
1T doesn't seem to me right thai
lyou should be living here in this des.
olate place with no one to protec-
you when your father is away but
bit of a girl
She turned her eyes on him with &
smile.
i II am not afraid" she said. "Wht
would come? There is nothing fol
any one to steal!" She met hi.
amazed gaze with grave innocence
Besides, always have my revolver
have learnt to shoot very well;
practise often. I could fsave shot
you quite easily without taking the
revolver from my belt"
Good lord!" almost groaned Ron
aid. But there might be more thar
one man! You must have the plucl
CT a lioness! Oh, wait! Just one mo
ment!' he implored .fervently. "Ther,
was something wanted to say. Oh
yes! You want some books. I've go
a. | a heap of them on the Yacht. TT