The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-22
,risht, 1910. by sobbs-M Merrill cOmpany.l

your friend, Mrs. Coldfeld. know my mother? And wasn't your father a great friend of my fathers? As for being odd. what about me? I believe I stood on the corner and tried to sell plaster casts just to win a foolish club wager"
 "Men can jest that way with i'm puntty. but a woman. may not Still ! really couldn't help acting the way dfd.'' with a tinkle in her voice and a twinkle in her eyes.
 'Convention is made up of many tdiotc laws. suppose that's why am always happy to leave convention behind. to be sent to the middle of Africa. to Patagonia or sign an agree ment to 20 to the north pole"
 "The north pOle7 Have you been to the arcticP'
 'No. but 1 expect to go up in June with an Ita Ian explorer'
 ''Isn't it terribly lonely up thereT s'1t can't be worse than the Sahara or our own Death Valley. One ex. treme is as bad as the other. Some time l hope your father will take me along on one of those treasure hunts. l should like to be in at the finding of . pirate ship. It would make q boy out of me again.
 His eyes were very handsome when he smiled Boy? she thought He Evaa Rcarce more than that now.
 'I'irAtes' gold! What a lure it has been. Is and will bel Blood money. b-r-F-rl can see no pIeasurp In touching if. But humanity has gone on The pirate is DO more. and the highwayman &s thing to laugh at"
 Thanks [ railways. and steamships. 1t is beautt Il here"
 We are nearly always here in SaS summer. In the winter we cruise But this VI ater we remained at home. 1t was sple ldid. The snow was deep. and often joined the village children on their bC lsleds. made father ride down once He grumbIed about mak- ing a fool If, himself After the first slide cou dn't keep him on the hill i He wants t go to St. Moritz next win eer.'' She lughed soyously.
 .''1 shall ke the arctic trip" he said to himself relevantly.
 "Let us. go and pick some apple blossoms. They last such a little while. and they are so pretty on the tabIes- So .yOuE4were in Napoleon's tomb that ( ayr I have cried over the King of Ro ne's toys Did Mir Brett. mann receA e these scars in battlef" "Oh. mol It was a phase of his stu ander fire. He has had some hard luck" He wanted to add, ~Poor Gevilg'
 -You fouN ht with ereecsr
 "Yes."
 ~How in country always rcuses o1F sympa hyI Isn't there "a little too much pt etry and not enough truth about ttT'
 .-rhere is. I fought with the Greeks because d;sliked them Iess than the Turks"
 "And Mir. Breitmann7"
 He smile |. "He fought with the Turks to caasrise Greece, which he loves"
 "What a Iventures yon two must have hadi To be on opposing sides like thati"
 Opposing newspapers. The two an- gles of vfsic made our copy interest ing. There was really no romance about 1t. .t was purely a business transactions We, offered our lives and our pencils or a hundred a week and ! our expense Rather sordid side to it. eh? AnI fourth rate order or two"-
 "You wer, decoratedF' excitedly. '1 am sure was for bravery"
 "Don'e you believe it. The king of Greece and t ie sultan both considered the honor co Iferred upon us as good advertising"
 "You are ughing." afUUaV in paIhmn@ n @nnQP. ally a Iaugk 1g matter. Sounds bru. tai, I know, Iut it is true"
 "I know" gayiy. You are conceft- ed and are rying to make me believe that you ar modest" "A buIise. .!''
 "And this MT. Breitmann has been decorated vaIor3 And yet today he becomes my fathers private sec retary. I'm two do not connect"
 May l a < you to mention nothing of this to f m? It would enbarrass him 1 had uo business to bring him into it."
 She grew med1tatiye. brushing her lips with tt blossoms. He will be something f a mystery. 1 am not overfond of mysteries outside of book covers."
 'sThere is really no mystery. But it is human fs a man in his petition to wish to bur; his past greatness"
 By and by the sun touched the southwest shoulder of the hill, and the two strolled back to the house:
 From his window BreitmanR could see them plainly
 'Curse those scarsF' he murmured. striking with his fist the disdRured cheek which upon a time had been Q source of pride and honor. "Curse themF'