The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-30

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 war. and it would not have been polite
 to make a hero out of Rreitmann.
 You haven't said a word for five
 minutes" she declared. How boyisb
 he looked for a man of his experience!
 ''Silence is some times good for the
 soul" EenTPntiOuSly.
 ''Of what were you thinking?"
 His heart struck hard against his
 breast What an opening. what a
 moment in which tO declare himself!
 But he said: "Perhapa l was thinking of breakfast. This getting up early al- ways makes me ravPnous. The smell of the captains coffee may have had something to do with It."
 "You were thinking of nothing of the sort she cried "I know It was the treasure and this great-gra ndson of Napoleon Sometimes l feel [ only drea med these things. never read nor heard of such q thing"
 ''Nor But there's land yonder." 1" he said without an answering smile.
 Then" in an awed whisper. you believe something Is going to happen there?"
 "One thing I am certain of. but cannot tell you just at this moment"
 A bit of color came to her cheeks. aR If. reading his eyes. Ghe did not know this thing he was 70 certain of Should Hhe let him tell herr
 ''There is only one thing lacking this great grandson himself. He will he wonder somewhere For the man In the chimney was he or his agent"
 "And aren't yOu nfraid?''
 "Of whatT' proudly
 "'lt will not be a comedy. If Is in the blood of these Eapoleons that nothing shall stand in the path of their deSfrea. neither mems lives nor wOman's honor"
 '1 am not afraid There is the sun at last What picture! And the shame of it-I am hunRryF
 At half after 6 the yacht let 20 her anchor few hundred yards from the quay. Every one was astir by now. but at the brea kfast table there was. one vacant chair Breitmann's. M. Ferraud and Fitzgerald exchanged sig nificant giances. In fact. the French man drank his coffee hurriedly and excused himself. Breitmann was not on deck. neither was he In his state room The door was open M. Fer raud without any unnecessary quaIms of conscience went in. One glance at the trunk was sufficient. The lock hung down. disclosing the secret hol- low. For once the little mans suavity Sorsook him. and he swore like a sailor, but softly. He rushed again to the deck and sought Captain Flanagan, who was enjoying a pipe forward.
 Captain. where is MT. BreitmannT'
 "Breitmannf Oh. he went ashore in one of the fruit boats. Missed th' motor"
 Fitzgerald hove in sight 'Find him7''
 "Ashorer' snid M. Ferraud, with a violent gesture.
 Isn't it time to make known who he is7''
 Mot yet It would start too many complications. Besides. I doubt If be | has the true measurements" ''There was ample time for him to | make a copy" 'Perhaps.' ''M. FerraudY'
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 i've an idea. and I have had 1t for | some time. that you wouldn't feel hor- | ribIy disappointed if our friends made away with the money" NJ. Ferraud shrugged: then he | laughed quietly.
 Well. neither would l." Fitzgerald added
 My son, you are a man after my own heart l was furious for the mo- ment to think that he had oufwttted me the first move 1 did not want him to meet his cOnfederates without my eyes on him. And there you have it. It is not the money, which is morally bis: it is his friends, his lying. mock Ing friends"
 Are we fair to the admiraI2 He has set his heart on this thing
 And shall we spoil his pIeasure2 Let him find it out later"
 Do you know Corsica ?'' ,..sn, "As the palm of my hand" "But the womenT
 ''They will never be in the danger sone. No blood will be spilled unless t be mine. He has no love for me, md I am his only friend. save one" Suppose this persecution of Ger nany's was-only a blind2" My admiration for you grows. Mir. Fitzgerald But have dug too deeply ntO that end of 1t not to be certain that Iermany mas tossed this bonn bShell l nto France without holding a string o it. Did you know that Breitmann lad once been hit by a spent bullet7 1ere." pointing to the side of his head. He Is always conscious of what he oes. but not of the force that makes jim do it. Do you understand mel He , living In a dream, and I must wake l. im-''
 The adventurers were now ready to isembark- They. took nothing but ugs and hand bags. for there would be o preening of 6ne feathers on hotel erandas With the exception of Hill egarde all were eager anu excited Ter breast was heavy with forebod- ngs. Who and what was this man 'erraud2 One thing she knew-he yas a menace to the man she loved ye. with every throb of her heart nd every thought Of her mind