The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-08-04

 der, s'she loves me. I'm sure of her. There isn't nobler wife in the world than mine. Nor a pFettier one either, he concluded, with pride in his eyes "You won't be ashamed of her. You will be proud of the chance to point her out as your wife, take my word for it'' Then they set out for the Ritz.
 "'Roxbury,'' said Brock soberly when they were in the Rue de Ia Paix after walking two blocks in contemplative silence, ''rny peace of mind is poised at the brink of an abyss. I have a feeling that I am about to chuck it over.''
 "Nonsensei You'll buck up when Edith has had a fling at you.'' 'I suppose I'm to call her Edith?'' 1 ~CertainIy, and I won't mind dear or two when it seems propitious. It's rather customary, you know, even among the unhappily married Of course I've always been. opposed to kissing or caressing in public. It's so middle clRss.''
 "And I daresay Mrs. Medcroft will object to it in private,'' lamented Brock good naturedly-
 q daresay,'' said her husband cheer fully. She's your wife in public only By the way, you'll have to get used to the name of Roxbury. Don't look around as if you expected to find me standing behind your back when she says 'Roxbury, dearY I shan't be there, yod know. She'n mean you. Don't forget that.''
 "Oh; I say,'' exclaimed Brock, halt ing abruptly and staring in dismay at the confident conspirator, twill have to wear a suit of clothes like that and an eyegIass and-and-good LordI spats P
 'sBy love, you shall wear this very suit!'' cried Medcroft, inspired We're of size, and it won't fit you any better than it does me Our clothes never 1t us in London Clever idea of yours, Brock, to think of it And, here! We'll stop at this shop and pick up glass You can have all day for practice with it. And, I say, Brock, don't you think you can cultivate a-er-IittIe more of an English style of speech? That twang of yours won'F'-
 Heavens, man, Pm to be a low comedian too!'' gasped Brock as he was fairly pushed on to the shop. Three minutes later they were on the side walk, and Brock was in possession of an object he had scorned most of all I things in the world-a monocle.
 Arm in arm they sauntered into the Ritz. Medcroft retained his clasp on his friends elbow they went up in the lift, after the fashion of one who fears that his victim is contemplating flight As they entered the comforta- bae little sitting room of the suit young woman rose gracefully from the desk at which she had been writing With sperfect,eonnpoSuFe she smiled and extended her slim hand to the -Ameri- can as he crossed the room with Med croft's jerky introduction dinging in his ears.
 s.My old friend, Brock, dear. He has consented to be your husband. You've never met your wife, have you, old man?'' A blush spread over her ex- quisfte face.
 ttOh, Roxbury, how embarrassing! He hasn't even proposed to me. So glad to meet you, MT. Brock. I've been trying to picture E1nat you would look like ever since Roxbury went out to ind you Sit here, please, near me. Roxbury, has MT. Brock really fallen into your terrible trap? Isn't it themost ridiculous proceeding, Mir. Brock k'-CaIl him, Roxbury, my dear. He's fully prepared for it. And now let's get down to business. He-insists upon talking it over with you. You don't mind me being present, do you, Brock? I dare say I can help you out a bit I've been married four years
 For an hour the trio discussed the situation from all sides and in all it's phases. When Brock arose to take his departure, he was irre7ocably commit ted to the enterprise. He was, more over, completely enchantedSby the vista of harmless fun and sweet adventure that stretched before him. He went away with his head full of the bril- liant, quick vRftted, loyal young Amer Bcan who, was entering so heartily into the plot to deceive her own friends for the time being in order that her husband might profit in high places.
 "She is ripping he said to Medcroft in the hallway. All of the plans had been made and all of them had been approved by the young wife. She had shown wonderful perspicacity and fore sight in the matter of detaiFs. Her ca pacity for selection and disposal was even more comprehensive than that of the two men, both of whom were some what staggered by the boldness of more than one suggestion which came from her fruitful storehouse of roman tic ideas She had grasped the full hu- nor of the situation, from inception to denouemept, and to all appearance was heart and soul deep in the venture, de- spfsing the risks because she knew that succor was always at her eI- bow in the shape of her husband's s loyal support There was no condt- ton involved which could not be ex- pIafned to her credit; adequate com pensation for the merry sacrifice was to be had in the brief detachment from rigid English conventionality, in the hazaxdous infection of-q qu1xot5sm into