The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-02-05

G@)S~%~~~ ~~~@)S>)@~&-& simplest of white dimfties, ran around the corner of pretty curves wherever oDe's eyes lighted and followed the lines. There was an offended look about her back and half amused dis pleasure touching her profile
 'I'm sorry I spoke like that, Anna" said he, trying to apologize. "A man has lot to fight againstp-at the end of several halting sentences-''of which even his wife knows nothing"
 Have you to 6ght?'' asked she, turning around and laughing in spite of herself ''You don't look like a fighter. Bobs. You look like man to whom-weIl, to whom things cOme.'
 Nothing" observed he. with beft- ting gravity-"nothing comes without hustling and exertiOn and perspira- lion, either of brow or spirit"
 'In that case,'' said she. still regard ing him rehectivcly, "I ought to know about this precipitation and the other Accompanlments. With two children st's quite time began to face things" She came nearer and laid her hand on his shoulder. ''Things might strike me differently, you see, if l knew more. Your odd, puzzling little moods II could make allowances for them"
 He grew confused beneath her can dor.
 "Niy i'll temper" he blurted out, twas of course, inexcusable Still''-
 ooh, nonsense! don't mind the i'll temper in the least. I've heaps of my own to match it. It's the f-eakish- ness of the thing, the-the weakness of such twisted, untrue mood that bothers me. How would you feel" she added quickly, eff you got some remote hint that your mahogany cab incI %zs a veneered imitation or if the smallest doubt came to you about the genuineness of that Inress land scape there? You'd have forty fits on the instant. Now. that's how feel about you and the chi:dren-ny small collection. If I should discover one day that you were sham products of a bad period instead of being originals. of the best--oh, deary mei''
 "But, Anna, you want perfection Now, a man.
 Perfection? Not a bit of if! To live in the company of three angels would be nightmare It would demoralize me to feel myself so abject an out sider. As to temper, you may even on occasion storm because you've mis- laid your gloves or your communication tickets or throw the soup at FsridGet's Eead if it's not hot and we'll seasoned. in thOse cases, you see, should un- derstand yonr motives and your modes of action would not be ba hing. It's the-the illusive. twisted moods, as say. that confuse me. make me think of bad periods and things"
 Here the hell rang, ard Bridget ush- cred in Miss Mary Graham
 You've just come in the nick O timc,'' said Anna. greeting her guest warmly with a score of enz'a ging pret- tinesses. Robert and I were in the thick of saDguinary encounter"
 ''NNeIl," returned Miss Graham. smil- ing. 'tyou do your fighting artisticully. see no siCns of vulgar strife.''
 we thought" explained Anna, wed save our scalps for future use. since Robert expects a guest this afternoon Now tell me about yourself. dear." added she, as her husband laughingIy Strolled out upon the porch. ''It was most awfuIIy nice to henr you had SC cured such a fne secrerarial position somewhere up the IIudson. isn't it? Must be nice and cool for this hot weather"
 "Ir's just a bit below Ossining. Those horrid prison walls are the only disturbing feature about the place. and the people are all that one could wish. Mir Temple--he's just been made pres- fdent of the Gotham Trust company, and Pm his first home secretary. be- Heve- although wholly ousinesslike and reserved, is polite and considerate. And his mother-oh, Anna, she's just the dearest, sweetest patrician old lady you ever saw! Then there's the housekeeper; she's a queer old Puritan article. plain as a Wesleyan chapel severe as an ancestor in oil, but so kind and good Yes, Pm very fOrtu- nate in my Eew position. Oh, look a: your distinguished guestr' cried Mis- Graham. Look at his smart littl trap; look at the antics of his bro cobs. Who is he? Robert is greetin him as If he were the grand mogul.'
 "A Mir Cornelius Brady. I believe
 id A-nna indifferently-"one of Rc
 rt's innumerable finds Do y
 ao~, dear added she impulsfve'
 .aning forward, 'I wish Robert we
 Dt so susceptible. He costs me mo
 ighs and watchfulness than both 'ther children put together.''
 Miss Graham observed the ''otheI and secretly condoned it.
 Mir Cornelius Brady came smooth into the pretty little green and dul drawing room. S1ave, adroit, with tn, contained manner of the man of the world, he impressed one as having the gift of moral construction. reconstrJ1c