The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-06-10

-N1&4Es 4C&A O M k11k9GSG kX O0 brought and commenced the following conversation:
 My good host. let us drink to the prosperity of your establishment.
 Your lordship does me much hon. ior," said the host, ''aud 1 thank you sincerely for your kind wish. waa thinking that it was not the flrst time had had the honor. Of seeing mon. uieuE."
 . T was here only ten or twelve days ago. I was conducting some friends, three or four rousketeers, one of whom by the by. had a dispute with stran- ger, m unknown, man who sought q quarrel with him for don't know what.'
 "Ah, exactly so,'' said the host. tI remember it perfectly. Is it not M. Porthos, that your lordship means?"
 "Yes; that IS my companions name. I hope nothing has happened to him! He promised to re5oin us, and we have seen nothing of him" ] ''He has done us the honor to remain here. We sse even a little uneasy on account of certain expenses he has been att
 Well, bu6s whatever expenses he may have incurred I am sure he is in condition to pay them" f ia.' An, monsfsuf, you infuse balm into my mind. We have been warned.~
 well. can see Porthos?'' I sCertaiuly, monaieur Take the stairs on your right; % ID tho first flight and knock at No. 1. Only warn him that t l. yq.a"
 Warn him! Why shouid do thaf?' M. Rorthos may imagine you be 1ong to the housA and in it of pas ntou might run his sword through you e blow cut your brains"
 What have you done to him, then7''
 we esked him for money" -Ah, can understand that. It Is a demand that Porthos takes very i'll when he is not in funds; but know De ought to be SO 1t present"
 We thought 90, too, monsieur, as our concern is carried on vety rogu- 7axiy, and we make our bills every weak. at the end of eight days we pre- semted our account, but at the flrst word on the subject he sent pe to all the dsvtIs. It is true he had been playing the day before with come gen tleman whoawas travelling this way, to whom he proposed a game of lans- Quenet-" .
 That's 1t, then; and the foolish fol low has lost all he had'
 Even to his horse, monsieur"
 That's Porthos all over," murmured DArtagnan
 's1hen." continued the host, "I re- piled that I hoped he would have at least the kindness to grant the favor of his custom to my brother host of the Aigle dor, but M. Porthos replied that my hotel being the best, he should remain where he was
 "I confined myself then to begging him to give up his chamber which is the handsomest in the hotel, and to be satisfied with a pretty little closet on the third floor. But to this M. Por- thos replied, that he every moment ex- pected his mistress, who was one of the greatest ladies of the court. Nev- ertheless, l thought proper to insist, but he took one of his pistols, laid it on his table day and night and said that at the first word that should be spoken to him about removing he would blow out my brains So from that time, monsieur, nobody enters his chamber but his. servant
 What! Mousqueton is here, then?''
 "Oh, yes, monsieur! Unfortunately he Is more nimble than his master and sets us all at defiance, He takes all he wants without asking"
 "Porthos will pay you''
 Hum" said the host in a doubtine tone
 Why, it is not to be imagined that the favorite of great lady will be al. lowed to be inconvenienced for such a paltry sum as he owes you.''
 III I durst say what believe on that head, or. rather, what know
 How did you become acquainted with herr"
 "Oh, monsieur, if I could believe ] might trust in your discretionw
 Speak. By the word of gentleman you shah have no cause to repent o1 you. confidence
 "1nstead of putting a certain letter in the post, which is never safe, took advantage of one of my lads being go ing to Paris, and ordered him to con. vey the letter to this duchess himself This was fulfilling the intentions of M Porthos, who had desired us to be Sd careful of this letter, was it not?"
 Nearly so."
 "Well, monsieur. do you know who this pretended duchess is?''
 "I don't know her"
 Why, she is the wife of a lawyer oi the Chatelet, monsieur, named Nine CoQuenard; who, although she is al least fifty, still gives herself jealous airs, Sha daw into a great passion Ql