The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-03-11

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 RIA WHISPERED. falling water for wall on the other any path would look too narrow for safety.
 s'This is the way. Clinton,'' said Da- ria.
 There was a catch in her breath as she spoke. did not wonder at it.
 'sThe longer we think about it the harder 1t will become,'' said O'Ryan practically. 'I'H lead the way. If I pitch oyer you must decide whether it Is worth while to chance the crossing.''
 He was right. Looking at difficult ty never made it easier He took his horse firmly by the bridle and started. Daria went next, and followed. It was a perilous journey, more peri1ous by reason Of the horses But we ac- complished it, and a short climb brought us out upon the path where Mustapha and I had commenced our journey to this land of legend.
 Is this your country, Clinton r Da- ria whispered
 ''No, my love- We have long jour- ney yet before us. but there are no dangers here. Those are past"
 We mounted our horses and clattered along the road to Brayle.
 It was strange entering the low door of the inn The familiar scene made the time seem short since the first time had entered it. 4 wood fire was cracking on the hearth, and round the table. drinking their thin wine. sat three men.
 They rose as I entered. scared look upon their faces.
 we thought you were dead-killed perhaps by that madman Mustapha s said the landlord
 "No; am alive. you see, and hun gry. Have you entertainment for three hungry trayelers?''
 "And Mustapha T' questioned one of his companions.
 recognized him.
 "Ah, my friend, you do not know all the paths upon the mountains The legend was true. Supper first, the tale afterward.''
 Better leave the tale until tomor- row." said O'Ryan- Faith, it's not only supper want. but bed.''
 There was hustle in the inn that night, but shortly told them the tale before I went to bed.
 'sBut the treasurer said the land lord, with glistening eyes, as finished
 He would not have understood had ] told him of Darfa, so answered short Iy as rose from the freside with a yawn:
 Treasure! There was no treasurer
 Did I not say when [ commenced this history that I should hardly be lieve it myself had not one incon- testable proof of the truth of it al ways before me?
 If I doubt. as indeed almost do sometimes. have only to look at my wife. How else would Daria be with me had I not passed through these ad- ventures in Drussenland? Dariai My little wife! How well she fits her English home! Yet how strange it was to her at first. It took her long to learn that in England I was only private gentleman, that she was only Mrs. Clinton verraIl, a per son of some importance certainly, but not a princess She could not under stand why my queen should think so little of such brave knight as was And then her wonder at all she saw! On this theme I could write a sequel to this history. It had been strange enough slipping from civilization into the middle ages. but of the middle ages we have read in books What must 1t have been for one leaping from the middle ages to civilization? There were no books to help Daria.
 But the sequel will not be written, I fancy. It could only be humorous, and even were capable of writing such a history, with smile in every line of