The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-29

had forgotten Europeans seldom un
 derstand the American girl as she Is or
 believe that the natural buoyancy of
 spirit is as free from purpose or intent
 as the play of child But in this mo
 ment she remembered her little and
 perfectly inconSeQurnt attentions to-
 ward this man. and. seeing them from
 this viewpoint. she readily forgave him
 Abroad she was always on guard. but
 here among her own compatriofs who
 accepted her as she was she had excuS-
 ably forgotten. ''I am sorry if you
 have misunderstood me in any way"
 ''l could Ru more help loving you than that those stars should ceaSe to shine tonight" his voice heavy with emotion.
 ''I am sorry" she could only repeat. Men had spoken tO her like this before. and always had the speech been new to her. and always had great and tender pity charged her heart. And perhaps her pity for this one WAS great CT than any she had previously known. He seemed SO lonely.
 Sorry. sorry! Does that mean there is no hope?'
 ''None. Mr. Breitmaun: none"
 els there anotherY' his throat swell ing. But before she couId aDawcr: Pardon me. l did not mean that. l have no right to ask such question"
 And 1 should not have answered it to any but my father. Mir BrPitmann." She extpnded her hand Let us for get that you have spoken. 1 should like you for friend"
 Without a word he took the hand and kissed It. He madt no effort to huid tt, and 1t slipped from his clasp easily.
 Good night"
 ''GOod night" And he never lost sight of her till she entered the salon cabin. He sa w a star fall ouI of noth- ing into nothing. She was sorry: Tue moment brewed thousand wild sug- geSiions. To abduct her. to carry her away into the mountains. to cast hLS dream to the four winds. to take her in spite of herself. He laid his hand on the teak railing. wondering at the sudden racktnH pain. a pain which unIInked coherent thought and left his mind stagnaut and inert For the first time he realized that hiS pain was a recurrence of former similar ones. Why? He did not know. He only re- menbPred hat he had had the pain at the back of his head and that tt was generally followed by a burning fury. raGe to rpnd and destroy things. What was the matter?
 To have humbIpd himself thus before this American girl and 10 be snubbed for his pains! But. patience: Two million frames and his frieuds a waiting the word from him She was sorry! He laughed. and the laughter was not unlike that which a few nights gone had stars4ed the ears of the other wO- man to whom he had once appealed tn passionate tones and not without sue cess.
 "KarIr'
 The sight of Hildegarde at this mo ment neither angered nor pleased him. He permitted her hand to lay upon his arm.
 My head aches." he said. as if re- plying to the unspOken question In her eyes.
 Kari. why not give it up7'' she pleaded.
 ''tiive It up7 What. when have come this far. when I have gone through what l haveT Oh. no! DO not think so little of me as that"
 ''But 1t Is 8 dreamr
 He shook on her hand anRrily. ''If there iS to be any reckoning ! shall pay. never fear. But 1t will not, shall not faiIF'
 She would have liked to weep for him. ''l would gladly give you my eyes. Kari. if you might see it all as l see it. Ruin. ruin: Can you touch this money without vtoienrer An. my God what has blinded you to the real isSuesY''
 ''I have not asked you to share the difiruIues."
 "NO; you have not been that kind to me-
 Tonight there were no places in his armnr for any sentiment but his own i ''I want nothing but revenge
 "I think ! can read her own bit | terne~S getting the better of her tongue. | ''Miss KiIIigrpw has declined-'
 You have been nstenlngT" with q snari.
 "It has not been necessary to listen need only tO watch
 ''WelI. what iS 1t to youT"
 ''TakR care. Kari! You cannot talk to me like that
 ''DOn't drive me. then. Oh" with a turn of mind. "l am sorry that you cannot understand"
 III ! hadn't should never nave R1V- en you my promise not to speak There was time when you had right on your side. but that time ceased to be when you lied to me. How little you understood me, Had you spoken frankly and generously at the start. God knows l shouldn't hare refused you. But you set out to walk over my heart to get that misera hle sip Of pa per. An. had I but known: l say to you you will fail utterly and misera- ply. You are either blind OF mad
 Without word In reply to this prophecy he turned and left her and as soon as ne had vanished she kissed the spot on the rail where his hand had rested and laid her own there.
 "Now there" began Fitzgerald. talk Ing M. Ferraud firmly by the sleeve. 'I have come to the end of my pa-