The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-08-06

"I Waston his land for half an hour be- fore heN would come within speaking distance. Come along. I need drink '' Young MT. Shaw came to the road in due time and paused, after his climb to rest on a stone at the wayside He was still mile from home and in the loneliest part of his domain. The Ba- zelht1rst line was scarcely a quarter of a mile behind him. Trees and under brush grew thick and impenetrable alongside the narrow, winding road The light of heaven found it difficult to struggle through to the highway be. low. Picturesque but lonely and som Der indeed were his surroundings.
 Some one coming?' he said aloud, as Bonaparte pricked up his ears and looked up the road. A moment later a horse and rider turned the bend a hundred yards away and came slowly toward him. He started to his feet with an exclamation. The rider was a woman, and she was making her way leisurely toward the Bazelhurst lands. ''Lady BazeIhurst, I'll bet my hat" thought he with quiet whistle. "By George, this is awkward! My first trespasser is in petticoats. I say, she's beauty ripping beauty. Lord, Lord, what do such women mean by giving themselves to little rats like Bazel- hurst? Oh, the shame of 1t! We'll, it's up to me. If I expect to make good I've just got to fire her off these grounds"
 Naturally he expected to be very po- lite about nstinctively so- He could not have been otherwise. The horse woman saw him step into the middle of the road, smiling oddly but deferen- tia11y. Her slim figure strengthened, her color rose, and there was a-yes, there was relieved gleam in her eyes. As she drew near he advanced, hat in hand, his face upHfted in his most win ming smile-savoTing more of welcome than of repellence
 T beg your pardon" he said; 'doubt- less you are not aware that this is pro- scTibed land"
 "Then you are yAr. Shawy she ask cd, checking her horse with premedi- tated surprise and an emphasis that puzzled him.
 -'Yes, madam" he-responded gravely, 'tthe hated Shaw. Permit me-" and he politely grasped the bridle rein. To her amazement he deliberately turned and began to lead her horse, willy nil- ly, down the road, very much as If she were child taking her first riding les son.
 What are you doing, sir?" she ex- claimed sharply. There was a queer futter of helplessness in her voice. Putting you off," he answered la- conically. She laughed in delight, and he looked up with relieved smile. ''Tm glad you don't mind. I have to do it. These feuds are such beastly things, you know. One has to live up to them whether he likes 1t or not"
 "So you are putting. me off your place? Oh, how lovelyrs
 Ut isn't far, you know-just down by those big rocks. Your line is there. Of course," he went on politely, you know that there. is feud.''
 "Oh, yes; I've heard you discussed. Besides, I met Tompkins and James this morning. Pardon me, MT. Shaw, but I fancy can get on without be- ing led. Would you mind"-
 My dear madam, there is no alter native have taken solemn VOW per- sonally to eject all Bazelhurst tres passers from my place. You forget that am, by your orders, to be thrown into the river and all that Don't be alarmed! don't mean to throw you into the river.''
 "By my orders? It seems to me that you have confused me with Lord Ba- zelhurst"
 Heaven has given me keener per ception, your ladyship. I have seen his lordship."
 'Ah, may I inquire whether he was particularly rough with you this after noon?'
 'T trust am too chivalrous to an Bwer that question"
 ''You are quite dry"
 'Thank you. I deserve the rebuke, all right.''
 river"
 ''Not since morning. Am I walking too fast for youT'
 Not at all. One couldn't ask to be put off more considerably"
 'sBy Jove," he said invoIuntarily, his admiration getting the better of him.
 T beg your pardon" with slightly elevated eyebrows. "Do you know, you're not at all what I imagined you'd be-"
 "Oh? And I fancy Pm not at all whom you imagined me to be-"
 Heavens! Am ejecting an inno- cent bystander? You are Lady Bazel- hurst?"
 q am Penelope Drake. But," she added quickly, "I am an enemy. am Lord Bazelhurst's sister"
 ''Yeu-you don't mean it?''
 Are you disappointed? I'm sorry"
 q am staggered and-a bit skeptical. There is no resemblance"
 "I am a bit taller,'' she admitted carefully. Tt isn't dreadfully immod- est, is it, for one to hold converse with her captor? I am in your power, you see."
 "On the contrary, it is quite the thing. The heroine always converses with the villain in books. She tells him what she thinks of him.''
 "But this isn't book, and Pm not heroine. I am the adventures. Will you permit ne to explain my presence