The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-20

But nobody knows Jest where ne IS now. Stones gone. an tn grounds all level that end. He was on'y a Frenchman But tn admiral. now you're talkin" He pays cash am don't make no bargain rates when he wants a job done Go wan. y or nag. What v dreamfn' of?''
 There might be history in that cor ner of the graveyard" said Breitmann
 ''Who knows? Good many strange bits of furniture found their way over here during those tremendous times. Beautiful place in the daytime. eh?'' Fitzgerald added with an inclination toward the Pines.
 More like an Italian villa than an Englishman's home. Good gardeners. I should say"
 Culture and money will make bog attractive.''
 'Ts the admiral cultured. thenT'.
 CT should imagine so. But I am sure the daughter Is. The admiral. I be- l1eve. occupies himself with his books. his butterflies and his cruises"
 "A daughter. She is cultured, you say2 So long as she is not capricious and does not interfere with my work"-
 "Or peace of mind." interrupted Fitz- gerald. with prophetic audiences. which was modified by laughter.
 ''Eo. my friend: no woman has ever yet stirred my heart, though many have temporarily captured my senses. man in my position has no right to love- with dignity which surprised his auditor.
 Fitzgerald looked down at the wheels. There was something even more than dignity. an indefnable something. su- perfority which Fitzgerald's present at- titude of mind could not approach
 '"This man." he unused. twill afford some interesting study. One would think that nothing less than a grand duke was riding in this rattllng old carryall" There was silence for a time.
 How long will you be here?" asked Breitmann-
 Cant say. Three or four days per haps. It all depends. What shall say about you to then?''
 'As little as possible"
 "And that's really about all could say" with suggestion.
 But the other failed to meet the sug- gestion halfway.
 ''You might forget about my ragged linen in Paris, acridly.
 "I'1I omit that" good naturedly. "Come. be cheerful. Fortunes wheel will turn. and 1t pulls up as well as down. Remember that"
 "I must be on the ascendency, for am at the nadir just at present" He breathed in the sweet freshness which still chung to the morning and settled his shoulders like recruiting sergeant
 How well the man has studied his EngIIshr' thought Fitzgerald He rare ly hesitated for word. and his idioms were always nicely adjusted.
 The admiral was alone He received them with an easy courtliness. which Is more noticeable in the old world than in the new He directed the serv- ants to take charge of the luggage. and to Breitmann there was never a word about work. That had all been decided by letter. He urged the<new secretary to return to the library as soon as he had established himself.
 Breitmann was rather grateful for Fitzgerald's presence. This occupation was not going to be menial; at least, there would be pleasant sides to it And, then. il might not take him a week to complete his own affair. There was no misreading the admiral He was a gentleman. affable. kindly and good story teller. too. crisp and to the point. sailor fashion.
 ''Do you know butterflies, MT. Fitz- geraldY'
 ''SocialT'
 The admiral laughed. "No. The law doesn't permit you to stick pins in that kind No: 1 mean that kind." in- dicating the cases.
 Both young men admitted that this field had been left unexplored by either of them.
 It was during a Iu1l when the talk had fallen to the desultory. that the hall door opened and Laura came fn- Her cheeks glowed like the sunny side of a Persian peach: her eyes spar kIed- Between her moist red lips there was a flash of firm. white teeths The seal brown hair glinted Venetian red for at thet moment she stood in the path of the sunshine which poured in at the window. and blown tendrils in | picturesq-o disorder escaped from un- der her hat.
 The three men rose hastily-the fa- | ther with pride. Fitzgerald with g.ad- | aess and Breitmann with doubt and | wonder and fear.
 - CHAPTER VII. II SOME BIRDS IN A CHIMNEY. FIT might be truthfully said that tho H tableau lasted as long as she | M willed it to last. Perhaps she
 read in the three masculine faces turned toward her a triangular admira- don, since it emanated from three giv- en points. and took from 1t modest pinch for her vanity. Vain she never was. Still she was not without a share of vanity. that vanity of the art less. needing no sacrifices, which is gratifed and appeased by a smile. It pleased her to know that she was love ly. and 1t doubled her pleasure to real ize that her loveIiness pleased oth- CTS. She demanded no hearts. She craVed no jewels. no f1attery.
 She had an inherited love of the open. With almost unlimited funds