The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-11-24

Marsh's meadow. You wore a little lilac sunbonnet and looked a daisy Not a sweeter daisy doesn't blow'-
 ''Oh, TomF' she said, trying to stop him.
 Remember, Betty" he continued, 'after supper you and me went for a walk along Miller's lane Wasn't the honeysuckle sweet, Betty ?''
 Old memories were stirring in her too.
 'It was, Tom,'' she said. "Ah there's no place like a hedge for honeysuckler'
 Remember, Betty, you wanted .a bunch, and I climbed up to get it for you?"
 She sighed
 And tore your hand with a great bramble-your little hand-and tied it up for you with my handkerchief"
 And while you were doing it I''-
 He finished his sentence with an ex- pressive pantomime of kissing.
 Don't, Tom," she begged as old memories seemed about to make her give to Tom his long deferred tFYes.''
 "I can't help it, Betty" he said.
 Now once more Betty called upon the institution and the volume which had prevented her many times from forgetting that she belonged-by mar rtage-to the almost princely house Of Beverley and so could not marry one beneath her in station.
 Save me, Burke she said. s' 'Bever- ley = Geonrey Vande1eur Delacroix George Jocelyn' "- she was repeating the titles and names of the Marquis of Beverley as they appeared in ''Burke's Peerage" that she might conquer her passion for Tom Lambert
 ay4 @1I9 continued to quote, N Tenth Marquis of = K. G., K. 0. B.; K. c. s. l. "-
 But Lambert ,overcame the last low ly obstacle in his path of love, seized her, drew her to him and kissed her, just as he should have done long ago. And to his wonder she returned his lip salutes.
 ''Oh, Tom-I mean MT. Lambert what have you doneT' she cried.
 Then both of them became aware of the presence in the yard of Lady Di- ana. The girl was laughing at them.
 ''I've compromised you in public and now you'll have to marry me- said Lambert. with laugh.
 t'Do you know, Betty, I really think you will,'' put in Lady Diana as Lam bert and Mrs. Beamish retreated into another corner of the yard.
 ouJ 1dOy OAdA1 Add SCdnL L14lI0 bO give to their affairs, for a moment later Lord Brancaster appeared.
 He had received a letter from the girl telling him how the Rev. Werner Haslam had been taken to Falcon hurst after the wreck, &nd how un- nerved he had seemed. He had really appeared on the point of telling some thing to Lady Diana, but the next morning had left Falconhurst without a word.
 Lady Diana had added in the letter that Lord Beverley had applied for war rants for Sartoris and Mrs. D'AquiIa on the strength of an afhdav1t made by Tom Lambert
 Brancaster had rushed to Newman ket the moment he received the letter.
 The young people were commiserat- ing with one another on the flight of Haslam when that individual entered the stable yard He was pale and agitated and even trembling as he ad- vanced to the young people.
 "Ah, MT. Haslam," said Lady Diana, 'I was just talking of you Why did you run away from us so suddenly at FalconhurstT
 "I was afraid'- began Haslam and then stopped. He raised his hand de- spairingIy.
 '|Of what7'' she asked gently.
 What had done," he said.
 'sYou should have been proud. It was splendid work. You saved all those children You crawled into the wreckage when others feared to do so.''
 And can't save myself-ny soul my hfe,'' he said in agony of spirit.
 Come. come! Where is the danger?" Qrl-ad &F1a xor1Ttr1 c,1icb Fl l
 A terror almost such as might come | to one demented at imaginary perils l crossed the pal1id face of the man in clerical garb.
 "'Sartoris- -Greville Sartoris,'' he said, ''the devil-loose-at my throat next save me-
 "dr. Haslam, you are in no danger here,'' Brancaster said reassuringly.
 ''Why not? Does he stop at any thingr' went on the frightened vicar.
 What do you meanT' demanded the | young earl, now determined that the scene should cease or that the clerical should explain himself.
 ''That I am a coward 9 said Haslam. | "Fear sealed my lips. Fear opens them"
 There was murmur of astonish- ment from Brancaster and Lady Df- l ana, and then the pale clergyman hur- ried on:
 ''That was his work, wasn't it? You | told me-the accident?"
 Tom Lambert had left Betty's side | and was now openly listening to Has lam.
 'I know it was his work, sir,'' inter jected Lambert. q heard it planned between him and Mrs. D'Aquila."
 The vicar was looking straight be- fore him. In the vacancy he seemed | to see horrible sights. hear terrifying | sounds.
 "AIurder!'' he muttered. "A dozen Hves-a hundred-what did he care? 1 He would have taken them to gain his | end. Would he stop at mineY'
 'Why should he want?" Brancaster began.