The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-02-03

teTuapS tndt would be the pest way" replied NJ Ferraud pensiveIy.
 what shall l do with the money? It is under the bed
 Keep 1t. No one will contest your right tO 1t. Herman Sruipr: and. be sides. your French. fluent as it is. still possesses the Teuionic burr Yes. Herman Stuler: very good. indeed
 HlldeGarde eyed them in wonder Were they both madH
 will you De sure always to remem- ber?" said M. Ferraud to the bewil- dPred woman Herman SIulPr; Karl Breitmann. who was the great-.rand- son of Napoleon. died of gunshot in Africa. If you will always remember that. why even Paris will be possible some day"
 Hildegarde was beginning to under stand. She was coming to bless this little man
 ''l do not believe that the money under the he'd is safe there shall, if you wish, make arrangements with the local agents of the Credit LyOnnais to take over the sum without question and TO issue yon two drafts. one on London and the other on New York, or in two letters of credit Two mil lions: It Is big sum to let repose under ones bed anywhere. let alone Corsica. where he amount might pur- chase half the island'
 ''I am. then. a rich man: no moro cruSades. no more stale bread and cheap tobacco. no more turning my cuffs and collars and clipping the fray. ed edges of my trousers | am fortu nate. There is a joke too. Picard and his friends advanced me 5000 francs for the enterprise
 ''I marvel where they got 1t"
 "I am sorry that 1 was rough with you ''
 ''I bear you not the slightest III will ! never have. Herman Stuler: ! must remember ro have them make out the drafts in that name"
 Breitmann appeared to be sleeping again After waiting a moment or two his guardian angel tiptoed out.
 An hnnr went by
 ''HiIdegarde. have you any moneyP'
 "FnouGh for my needs :"
 "WilI you take half Of itF'
 ''Earl,"
 "Will youT'
 He accepted this as final. and imme- diateIy his gaze became fixed on the bay A sleek white ship was putting out to sea
 ''They are leaving. Karl" she said. and the courage. in her eyes beat down the pain tn her heart.
 '-In my coat inside. Bring them to me" AS he could move onlvzlis right arm. and that bni painfriIy. he bade her open each paper and hold if SO s,,Tv- scrawl of the great captain. a deed and title. some dust dropping from the worn folds-how he strained his eyes upon them. He could not help the swift intake of air. and the stab which pierced his shoulder made him faint. She began to refOld them. No" he whispered. Tear them up; tear them up!"
 'swhy. Karlr'
 "Tear them up. now. at once. I shall never look at them again. Do !l What does it matter? l am only Herman Stuler. Now"
 With shaking fingers she ripped the tattered sheets. and the tears ran over and down her cheeks.
 Now. toss them into the grate and light match
 And when he saw the reflected glare on the opposite wall he sank deeper into the pillow. The woman was open ly sobbing She came back to his side. knelt and laid her lips upon his hand. There was now only q dim white speck on the horizon. and with that strange sea magic the hull suddenly dipped down. and naught but trail of smoke remained Then this. too. vanished. Rrpitmann withdrew his hand. but he laid it upon her head.
 -"I am a broken man. Hildegarde. and in my madness have been something of rascal. But for all that had big flames and the other out to sea" He strOked her hair will you take what is left? Will you share with me the outlaw. be the wife of disappointed Outcast? Will yOu?"
 Would l not follow you to any land?> Would I not share with you any miSerieS? Have you ever doubted the strength of my love?'
 "Knowine that there was another?"
 "Knowing even that"
 ''It IS l who am little and you who are great. Hildegarde. well hnve our friend Ferrnud seek priest this after noon and square accounts"
 Her head dropped to the coverlet-
 After. that there was no sound ex- cept the crisp metallic rattle of the palms in the freshening breeze
 THE END. -CIfRu