The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-31

My HdIO MFS. SOIuuGtNs really wish you wouldn't go."
 But Laura and Miss von Mitter in- sist on going. I can't back out now.'' protested CoIdfield. What are you worried acknowledgements. gunshots and all that?"
 He will be a desperate man,
 gro steal a chest full of money is one thing: to shoot man is another. Besides. the admiral will go if he has to go alone. and I can't desert him.
 CoIdfeld chuckled. "I'll get behind him every time think of it."
 "Kiss me. They are waiting for you. And be careful"
 It was only a little brave comedy. She knew this husband and partner of hers. hard headed at times. but full of loyalty and courage. and she was con hdent that if danger arose the chances were he would he getting in front in stead of behind the admiral. A pang touched her heart as she saw him spring into the carriage.
 The admiral had argued himself hoarse about Laura's going. but he had to give in when she threatened to hire a carriage on her own account and fol- low. Thus CoIdf1eld went because he was loyal to his friend. Laura because she would not leave her father. Hide garde because to remain without know ing what was happening would have driven her mad. Nj. Ferraud because it was trick in the game and Cathewe and Fitzgerald because they loved haz- ard. because they were going with the women they loved The admiral alone went for the motive apparent to alI- to lay hands on the scoundreI who had betrayed his confidence.
 So the Journey into the mountains began.
 Fitzgerald keenly inspected the driv- CTS. but found them of the ordinary breed. in veIveteens. red sashes and soft felt hats. AS they made the noon stop one thing struck him ax peculiar The driver of the provision carriage had little or nothing to do with his companions. That is because he is mine." explained Nj. Ferraud in a wbis- per- They were all capable horsemen and on this journey spared their horses only when absolutely LeceSsary. They arrived at Carghese at in the after noon. The admiral was for pushing on. driving all night. He stOrmed. but the drivers were Obdurafe. Al Car ghese they would remain till sunrise; that was final. Besides. it was not safe at night without moonshine, for many 8 mile of the road Tipping tre- mendous precipices was without curb or pararet. Not +oof till dawn.
 In the little inn. diEnif1ed but not inn proved by the name of HoseI de France. there was room only for the two women md the older men. Fitz- gerald and Cathewe had to bunk the best they could in a tenement at the upper end of the town: two cots In a single room. carpetless and ovenIike for the heat. Cathewe got into his pa- jamas and sat upon the bed Jack. thought I knew something about this fellow Breitmnnn. but 1t seems I've something to learn"
 The younger man said nothing.
 "Was that yarn of Ferraud's fact or tommyrot?"
 Fact"
 "The great-grandson of Napoleon: Here! Nothing will ever surprise me again. But why didn't he lay the mat ter before KiIligrew. like a man?''
 Fitzgerald patted and poke6 the wool filled pillow. but without success. II remained as hard and as uninviting as ever. i've thought it over. Arthur I'd have done the same as Breitmann,' as if reluctant to give his due to the missing man.
 May l ask you a pertinent ques- tion2'
 Yes"
 Did he know Miss von Afitter very well in MunichT''
 He did,
 "Was he quite square7'
 "I am beginning to believe that he was something between a cad and a scoundrel'
 Did you know that among her rela. tives on her mothers side was the Abbe Fanu. who left. among other things. the diagram of the chimney?''
 '-So that was it?" Cathewe's jaws hardened.
 FitzgeraId understood Poor old Ca thewel
 Most women are fooIs." said Ca thewe. as if reading his friend, thought. 'Pick out all the brutes fl history. They were always bette loved than decent men. We'll, goot night" and Cathewe blew out his can dle
 So did Fitzgerald, but it was long before he fell asleep. He was strain Ing his ears for the sound of a car riage coming down from Evisa, But none came.