The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-08-08
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 '-Th&tss more than 1 can say for dear DId Roxy. But I'll try to anticipate Raggles$ by compelling Edith to keep her distance he said, scowHng dark ly- ~Has it not occurred to you that Toot8es will bespFetty-er-much of a nuisance Ehenztt comes to mountain Glin1btngF' Heffelt his way carefully 1a szyzngt4hfs-
 "OAs dear me, .RoxbuEyi Would you havea left the poor little darling at Aome-an all that dreadful heat7''
 Fm@sure II couldn't have been blam- I'd for sfeav1ng her at home.'' he pro- tested 'She didn't exist until haff an hour ago Heavens, how they do kprng upg''
 The remainder of Brock's day was spent in gettdng acquainted with his Family, o9,s rather, his .menage. There were hab4fS&and foibfes, demands and resGxEcf1ous,4that he had to adapt him. welf~to %zt1lkunvarytng henignity. He made axfr1end of Raggles without half trying. Dcgs, always took to him, he admitted modestly. Tootles was less Eulnersbae. She hoWIed consistently at each ofs@hts first half dozen ad- Tances-. His2c0urage began to wane with skanckingirapidity. His next half hearted advances were in reality in glorious retreats Spurred on by the sustaining Constance, he stood by his guns and. at last was gratifed to see faint signs of surrender. By midday he had conquered Tooties permitted hfmsto carry her upsand down the sta lion platform (she was too young to realize the risk. sine ranl. Edith and Constance, with the beaming nurse and, OBrfen, applauded warmly when he returned from his first promenade, beGrlngs sTootles, and proudly heeled by RaggIes- Fund mothers in the crowd of hurrytng travellers found time to look upon h3mEand smile, as-ifito say, sWhat a mice, mann" He could, almost hear them saying fit, which no doubt accountedy for Che intense rudd1ness of his cheeks
 ''Do you ever spank her?'' he de manded once of Mrs. MedcrofE after Tootles shad brought tears to his eyes with q potent attack upon his nose. She caught the light of danger in his gray eyes andShastily snatched the of Tending iTootles from his arms.
 Miss ;FowIerskept him constantly at work with his eyegless and his Eng hsh neither of which he was manag- ing well enough to please her critical estimate. In fact, he labored all day with the persistence, if not the suIlen- ness, of hard driven slave. He did not havestime to become tired. There was always something new to be done pr learned or Hnlearned; his day was full to -Overaowdng- He was a man of family.
 Theswife of his bosom was tranquil fifty ftself. She, was. enjoying herself. When not amusing herself by watch ing BrDck's misfoTtunes she was nap ping orreading presenting out for cool drinks. With all the seIf1shness of a dutffuItwffesshe-vsa content to shift responsibilities upon sthat ever conven- ient and useful creature-a detached sister
 Brock sent .teIegrams for her from cities along the way-Ulm, Munich, Salzburg and others-aA meant for the real R0xbury in. London, but sent to q fictitious being in Great Russell street, the same having been agreed upon bysat least two of the conspira- tors. It mattered little that she re peated herself monotonously in regard to the state of health of herself. and Tootles- Roxbury would doubtless en- joy the protracted happiness brought on by these dispatches, even though they got him sOut of bed or missed him altogether until they reached him in a bunch tthe nexf dsays1sE He may also have been gratif1ed to hear from Mu- nich that ROxbury was perfectly love ly. She said in the course of her longest dispatch that she was so glad that the baby was getting to like her father more and more as the day wore on-
 At one station Brock narrowly escap- ed missing the train. He swung him self aboard as the cars were rolling out of the sheds As he sank, hot and ex- hausted, into the seat opposite his wife and her sister the former looked up from her book, yawning ever so faint ly, and asked:
 "Are you enjoying your honeymoon, Roxbury2''
 sTmmenseIyP' he exclaimed, but not until he had searched for and caught Comics truant gaze. Aren't weT' he asked of Miss Fowler, his eyes dancing She smiled encoura gingfy.
 'tI think you are such a nice man to have about commented Mrs. Med croft this time yawning freely and stretching her fine young arms in the luxury of home contentment-
 Brock went to bed early in Vienna that night, tired. but happy, caring not what the morrow brought forth sso long as it continued to provide him ZtL0 SlSCer-ln-laW ana a W1I0 WHO ssnas deVoted-to another man.
 CHAPTER v.
 The Distant Cousins.
 ~HE end of the week found
 Brock quite thoroughly domes-
 ticated-to use an expression
 supplied by his new sister-in- law. True, he had gone through some trying ordeals and had lost not a little of his sense of locality, but he was