The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-02-03
1910, by sobbs-Merrin company.I
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 'I will go wIun you. But give you this warming: If what I hear is not what you expect me to hear l promise to put a bullet into your meddlinG head"
 "I agree to that" replied the other He did not underestimate his danger Neither did be undervaIue his inti mate knowledge of human nature.
 With what emotions Breitmann re turned to the scene of his triumph his self appointed companion could only surmise He had determined to save this young fool in spite of his mad ness. and never had he failed to bring his enterprises to their forearranged end. And there was sentiment be tween all this. sentiment he would not have been ashamed to avow. Upon chance. then. fckIe inconStant chance. depended the succesS of the seven years labor. If by this time the wine had not loOsened their tongues or if they had disappeared.
 But fortune fuvOrs the persistent no less than the brave. The prOdigateS were still at the table. and there were fresh botfles of wine They were Auu IdHhAnA- III dil AOl than fifteen minutes had elapsed since BreiTmann's departure. NJ Ferrsud stationed him by the window and kepi a hand lightly upon his arm. as one might place finger on a pulse.
 Of what were they talking-Ostend. the ballet dancers. the races Tn May. the shooting at Monte Carlo. gaming tables emp@y purses and again ballet dancers?
 ITO divide two mIllionar' cried one ''That will clear my debts. with lit- tie for Dieppe
 Two hundred and fifty thousand francs: PrinrPIyr'
 And then the voice of the. master spirit. pitiIesS and IronicaI - Picard's 'FWas there ever Eurh dupe? And not fo laugh in his face Is penance for my sins Dutchman. q bnllet headed cIOd from Bavaria. the land of sausage. beer and daschunds. and this shall be written Napoleon " Ye gods. whnf farce. comedy. vaudeviIle?'
 Esrsitmann shuddered. Nj. Ferraud. feeling that shudder under his hand relaxed his shoulders. He had won
 The scene went on. The butt of it heard jest and ridicule. They were piIlorying him with the light and matchless cruelty of wits. And he. poor fool. had believed them to be his dupes. whereas he was theirs. Gently he disengaged himself from M. Fer Faud's grasp
 "Wbat are you goinR to do?" whis- pered the hunter of butterflies.
 Watch and see"
 BreItmann walked noiSelessIy round ko the entrance. and M- Ferrnud lost sight of him for a few moments. Pi card was on his feet. mimickfng his dupe by assuming a NapOleOnic pose The door opened. and Breltmann stood quietly on the threshold hush fell on the reveIers There was something kingiy in the contempt with which Breitmann swept the startled faces He stepped up to the table. took up full glass of wine and threw 1t into Picard face.
 '-OnIy one of us shall leave Corsica said the dupe.
 ~CerfainIy it will not be your majes- ty." replied Picard. wiping his face with a serviette. His majesty will waive his rights to meet me. TomOr- row morning 1 shall have the pleasure of writing finis to this NapOleOnic phase. You fool, you shall die for thatP'
 ''That." returned Breitmann. still un- ruf1ed as he went to the door. remains to be seen Gentlemen. | regret to say that your monetary difficulties must continue unchanged.'
 "Oh. for fifty years aRor' murmured the little scene shifter from the dark of his shelter.