The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-08-07

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 Y "Tell that to Mrs. De Peyton and Mrs. Corwith. They're looking for the good in everything"
 "By love, believe you're jealouss This is the proudest moment of my life"
 Don't be silly! And don't try to make love to me any more. Wait un- til I'm married" she added, with laugh, the irony of which escaped him.
 "But, hang it all, suppose you should marry some one else and not mel"
 That's what I mean"
 "Oh,'' he said, perplexed. Then, as if his stupidity called for an explana- ton: q had beastly night. Didn't go to bed till 4. But, say, why can't I have the same privilege as these other chaps? C0rwith makes love to you and so does Odwell, and, hang it, they're both married. It's rotten mean of''-
 ''Their wives are accountable for their manners, not I. But, come; will you go to Renwood's with me?'' s'Td rather talk to you in that nice little corner of the billiard room at home if you"-
 "But don't need brandy and soda. Oh!" This exclamation came with the discovery of an approaching horseman. "It's MT. Shaw, I'm sure.'
 Randolph Shaw. loyal to his feudal promise, appeared in the road couple Of hundred yards away. He drew rein and from that distance surveyed the two who were so near to encroaching upon his preserves. He sat straight and forbidding i'm the saddle.S For full minute the two factions stared at each other. Then, without sign of recognition, Shaw turned and rode rap idly away.
 sHe rides like gentleman" com mented Miss Drake, after reflection.
 Indian blood in him, ,' remarked her companion.
 . 'Let us go home" said she, whiraing her horse Ike a fash The duke had some dificulty in keeIaug abreas< of her during the ride,z ahd be lost sight of her altoeethAF after they dismount- cd at Bazelhursts svifia.
 The mofnentsfy4 glimpse of a. real man set PenelDpe's opinions on edge for the remainder of. the day and night. Shaw, whatever else he might 5 be, was a man. Even while others addressed her in conversation -she was absentrGindedly recalling to memory certain English gentlemen at home who could stand comparison with this handsome fellow across the danger line. But to compare any one of the men in Lady Bazelhurst's house party -oh, it was absurd! She looked them over. Dull eyed, blase. frayed by the social whirl. worn out, pulseless, all of them. They talked automobile, bridge, women and self in particular. In the seclusion of q tete-a-tete they talked love with an ardor that lost most of its danger because it was from force of habit One of the men was even now admitting in her ear that he bad not spent an evening alone with his wife in four years.
 There's. always something doing" he said "A4week or two ago, by love, you wouldn't believe 1t, but we had an. evening turn up without thing on hand. Strangest thing ever knew. Neither of us had thing on. We said we'd stay at home and go to bed ear !. ly just to see how it felt. We'll, what do you think? We sat up and read till half past 10 o'clock, and then both of us thought of 1t at the same time. We dressed and went down to Rec tors and waited for the theaters to let out. Three o'clock when we got, home You can't imagine what queer experience it is being all alone with ones wife"
 Don't you love your wife, Mr. od- well?"
 Certainly! But there's always a crowd" Both of them glanced over at pretty Mrs. Odwell She was look ing down at her plate demurely while Reggie Van yoort talked straight into her pink ear. his eyes gleaming with the zest of invasion "I say, Miss Drake, you won't mind talking to me awhile after dinner, will youw went on Odwell, something like relief in his voice.
 After dinner she was obliged to set him straight in a little matter. They were sitting on the terrace, and he had thrown away his half smoked ciga- rette, an act in itself significant. She had been listening patiently, from sheer habit and indifference, to what he was saying, but at last she revolted. Don't! You shall not say such things to me. I am not your kind, fancy, MT. Odwell," she said. T don't know why you should tell me of your chorus girl friends, of your suppers and all that. I don't care to hear of them, and don't intend that you shall use me as subject of illustration. am going upstairs"
 "Oh, come now, that's rather rough, just as we were getting on SO well. All the fellows do the same"-
 "I know. You need not tell me. And you all have wives at home, too," with { intense scorn.
 "Now, that's where you wrong us. They're not at home, you know. That's just it."
 Never mind, MT. Odwell; Pm going in." She left him and entered the house. For minute or two he looked after her in wonder and then, softly whispering, made his way over to where De Peyton, through some over sight, was talking to his own wife. TNo Dov%oy,