The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-07-26

| length on the grass in the little square 1 yard back of the house. She was in a dead faint and was much more difficult patient than Margery. k We could get no story from either of them that night. It was strange experience-the night intrusion with out robbery as motive. If Margery | knew or suspected the reason for the outrage she refused to say. As for Mrs. Butler, to mention the occur renee put her into hysteria. It was Fred who put forth the most startling theory of the lot. ss
 By George he said the next morn l ing when we had failed to find tracks iR the yard and Edith had reported every silver spoon in it's place, "by 1 George, it wouldn't surprise me if the lady in the, grave clothes dids it her. \ self. There isn't anything hysterical woman won't do to rouse your inter Fest in her if it begins to flag How did any one get in through that kitch- l en door when it was locked inside and bolted? I tell you she opened it her self"
 ndid not like to force Margery's con- fidence, but I believed that fhe out I rage was directly for the purpose of searching her room, perhaps for pa pers that had been her fathers. Mrs. Butler came around enough by morn l ing to tell a semiconnected story, in which she claime@ that two men had come in from alveranda roof and tried 1 %c ohJopoForrsn hpP
 The inability of Margery Fleming to tell who had chloroformed her, and Mrs Buffers white face and breeding eyes made~a very respectable mystery out of the affair Only Fred, Edith and I came down to breakfast that morning.
 Did you find anything, Fred" Edith asked. Fred did not reply, so she repeated the question with some emphasis.
 "Eh-what?'' Fred inquired, peering around the corner of the paper. 1 -you-f1nd- -any-clew"
 "Yes, dear-that is, no. Nothing to amount to anything. Upon my soul, l Jack, if I wrote the editorials of this paper I'd say something" He subsid- ed into inarticulate growls behind the paper, then heard snifie distinctly. Edith was crying pouring cream into a coffee cup and feeling blindly for the | sugar, with her pretty face twisted and her pretty eyes obscured. In a sec ond I was up, had crumpled the news papers. including Fred's, into ball, 1 and had lifted him bodily out of his l chair.
 'When am married" said fiercely, Jerking him around to Edith and push ing him into a chair beside her, If ever read the paper at breakfast when my wife is bursting for conversation, may I have some good and faithful 1 friend who will bring me back to a sense of my duty" I drew chair to Edith's other side. "Now, let's talk" l said
 l Fred had taken her hand and was batting it gently. the while his eye sought the headlines on the wad of morning paper.
 'You burned that blue rug" she said to me disconsolately, with threat of fresh tears. 'It took me ages to find the right shade of blue"
 q will buy you that Shivan you wanted hastened to assure her.
 'Yes, to take away when you get married" There is hint of the shrew in all good women.
 'I will buy the Shirvan and not get married"
 Here, I regret to say, Edith sudden ly laughed. l "Youv' she chortled, and pointed one sitm finger at me mockingly. You.
 who are so mad about one girl that you love all women for her sake!
 You, who go white instead of red when she comes into the room! You, who have let your practice go to. the dogs to be near her and then never speak to her when she's around, but sit with your mouth open like puppy begging for candy"
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