The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-08-12

OhO COOI0 A1SCuAS tAdG never!"
 Edith may have gasped and looked wildly about in quest of help, but her agitation went unnoticed by the new friend From that momentous hour Mrs. Medcroft encouraged an inordi- nate regard for the circrSnspect- She decided that it, was best, never to be alone with her husband. The future was now too precious to go unguar0ed for q single moment that might be un- -expfainable when the triumphal hour of revelation came to hand. She i'm pressed this fact upon her sister, with the result that, while Brock was never 1Ione with his prudent wife, he was seldom far from the side of the adora- bze lieutenant. As if precocieusly pro viding for an ultimate alibi, the fckle Tootles began to show unmistakable signs of aversion for. her temporary parent.
 Mrs. Rodney, being quite an old fashioned mother, could not reconcile herself to this unfiliaI attitude and gravely confded to her husband that she feared Medcroft was mistreating his child behind their backs.
 s'WeIl the poodle likes him anyway protested MT. Rodney, who liked Brock, ''and if a dog likes a~man he's not altogether a bad lot. If I were you I wouldn't spread the report..''
 Spread itr' she sniffed indignantly. '.Are they not my own cousinsP Twice removed,' she concluded as an after thought. Do you imagine that I would spread it? He may be an un- natural father, but shall not be the one to say so. Please bear that in mind, Aired
 -sswe1, let's not argue about it,'' said Mir. Rodney, departing before she could disobey the injunction.
 Of course, there was no little con- fusion at the Hotel Tyrol when it came to establishing the Medcrofts For awhile it looked as though Brock would have to share a room with Too ties, reIegatng Burton to an alcove and a couch, but Constance, in a strict 1y family conclave, was seized by an inspiration which saved the day-or the night, more properly speaking.
 "I have it, Roxbury,' she cried, her balcony. great many invalids do, you know"
 tBut, good heaven, I'm not an inva- lid,'' he demonstrated feebly.
 "Of course you're not, but can't you say you are? It's quite simple You sleep in the open air because it does your lungs so much good Oh, but I know! It isn't necessary to expand your chest like that They're perfect ly sound, I daresay.- I should think you'd rather enjoy the fresh air. Be sides, there isn't a room to be had in the hote17'
 "But suppose it should rain!' he pro tested, knowing full well he was doomed
 ''You poor boy. haven't. you an um- brella?" she cried with such a per ] fectly entrancing laugh that he would | have slept out in a. haiIstorm to pro vide recompense And so it was set tied that he was to sleep in the small balcony just off the baby's luxurious room, the hotel people agreeing to place a cot there at night in order to | oblige the unfortunate guest with the affected lung.
 You are so dear and so agreeable, 1 Roxbury," purred Mrs Medcroft, very much relieved. eff ever I hear of a girl looking for a nice husband I'll recommend you.''
 Its all very nice,'' said he with a wry grin, ''but I'm hanged if I ought 1 to be expected to remember all of my accomplishments They were sitting in her room, attended by the faithful | duenna, Constance. First the eve 1 glass, then the English language, with l which find I'm most unfamiliar; then deafness in one of my ears I can't remember which until it's too l late, and now I'm to be a tubercular 1 You've no idea how hard it is for me l to speak English against OdeI1-C Carney 1 I'm an out and out amateur beside 1 him. And it's horribly annoying to have U1steryelt shouting in my ear loud enough for every ybody in the din ing room to hear It's rich, tell you, and if I didn't love you so devotedly Edith, I'd be on my way at this very instant. There! I feel better. tOn my way is the first American line I've had in the farce since we left Stutt- gart.
 ''And, by the way, Edith, I'm afraid I'll have to punch Odell-Carney's con- founded head before long. He's get ting to be so friendly to me as Rox- bury Mederoft that I can't endure him as Brock
 l TT don't understand murmured Edith platntively. Constance looked up with a new interest in her ever sprightly face
 1 Well, you see, he's working so hard l to square himself with Medcroft for the break he made about the windows, that he's taking his spite out on all | American architects. .Confound him, he persists in saying I'm all right, but l God deliver him from those demmed rotters, the American builders. He l says he wouldn't let one of us build l hencoop for him, much less a dog kennel Oh, say, Connie, don't laugh! How. would you like it if@- But both or them were laughing at him so mer- 9ily that he joined them at once Bur ] ton and -QaRrien. who had come in,