The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-08-09

pride Of late s17e1had experienced nn- usual difficulty in dfverting her gaze from the handsoneeimpostor and her thoughts were ever of him-in justif- Ncation of 8 p1atonic interest, of course, no more than that Tonight her eyes and thoughts were for him alone, a circumstance which, could he have felt sure, would have made him wildly hap py instead of inordinateiy furious in his complete misund derstanding of her manner toward Freddie Ulstervelt, who had no compunctton about mak- ing love to two girls at the same time. She was never so beautiful, never so vivaeious, never so reoEWceful. Brock
 was under the spell ; he was 6asclnat- ed: he had to look to@himseIf~ carefully in order to keep htsswits in the pre- scrfbed channel.
 His self esteem received a severe shock at the opera. tHIEs. Medcroft, with malice aforethought, insisted that Ulstervelt should take her husbands seat. As the box held but. six persons, the unfortunate Brook was compelled to shift more or less for himself. In- warily raging, khe suavefy assured the party-Freddie in particular that he would find seat in the body of the house and would join them during the EAE1 ACeEs 443A u& WE2Si O11L 4l9G H1E in the foyer. It was fortunate that he hated Wagner. Before the end of the act he was Joined by MT Rodney, hor- ribly bored andAeager for sreiief In a nearby cafe they had whisky and soda apiece and, feeling comfortably reSenforced, returned to the opera house arm in arm, long and short, thin and fat, liberally discoursing upon the in teIlectuaiity of Herr Wagner.
 ssSay, you're not at all Nike an Eng lishInanIp exclaimed Mr. Rodney inn pulsively, even gratefully
 "Eh, whaty' gasped Brock, replacing his eyeglass.s ''Oh, say, now. 'pon my word, haw. hawg'
 You've got an American sense of humors Medcroft that's what you have. You recognize the joke that Wagner pIayed on the world. Pardon me for saying tt sir, but didn't think it was in an Engiishman.''
 "Haw, hawl Ripping, by love! No, mol Not you. mean the joke. But then, you see, it's been so long since Wagner played 1t that even an English man has had time to see the points Be sides. I've lived bit of my lifef in American
 eThat accounts for it,p said the tact |
 Brock g1ared so venomously at the intrusive MT. Ulstervelt upon the oc- casion of his next visit to his own box that Mrs Medcroft smiled softly to herself as she turned her face away. A few minutes later she seized the op- portunity to whisper in his ear. Her eyes were sparkling, and something in her manner bespoke of bated breath. s.You are in. love with my sister" was what she said to him. He blush ed convincinglt.
 ssNonsenseI' he managed to reply, but without much persuasiveness. 'But you are. I'm not blind Any one can see it. She sees it. Haven't you sense enough to hide it from her? How do you expect to win7" sAfy dear Afrs.-my dear Edith, you amaze me. I'm confusion itself; but. 's he went on eagerly, iIlog1cally. "do you think could win herr"
 "That is not for ones wife to say" she said denurely
 ''I'd be tremendously proud of you as a sister-in-la And I'd be much obliged if you'd help me But look at that eonfounded Ulstervelt! He's mak- ing love to her with the whole house looking on.''
 q think it might be polite if you were to ask him out fer drink" she suggested.
 "But I've had one. and never take two"
 'sModel husbandl Then take the girls into the foyer. for a stroll and chat after the act Don't mind me. Pm your friend"
 "Do you think I've got chance with herT' he asked with a brave effort had FsNTaaF xz1feai fT1VsT4zx4r mon you, why should you expect another without a struggiea I'm afraid you'n have to work for Constance. F
 But T have yourS-I can count on your approval7'' he whispered eagerly.
 Don't RoxburyI People win think you are making love to me-" she pro. tested, willfully Ignoring his question He returned to the box after the sec ond act and proposed a turn in the foyer. To his disgust, Ulstervet ap- propriated Constance and left him to 1 follow with Mrs. Rodney and Rather inc He almost hated Edith for. the Ithntalizing smile she shot after him as he moved away, defeated. 1 If he was glaring lurid1y at the ir- repressibIe Freddie, he was not alone in his gloom. Katherine Rodney, green with jealousy, was sending spite fu1 glances after her dearest friend, while Mrs. Rodney was snifhng the air as if it were laden with frost.
 Don't you think Connie is a perfect l deer7 I'm so fond of her," said Miss Rodney, SO sweetly that he should have detected the neither flow.
 To he Continued.1 Iflthe Greek. government keeps it's young men at home there are some