The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-08-13
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V . It Inattercd 1-tle who the girl of the moment mighti be, she could not hope to or even seekato hold his perambula- tory affections Hes a single exam 2 pEe Of a great New York; class" reflect ed Brock 'sThe futile, priggish rich! There are thousands like him in my dear New -conscieBceless, inver- tebrate svfarftic sons of likeness, col le.se bred and .underbred little beasts who can buy and then cast off at their pleasure. They have no means of Knowing how to fall in love with good girl. They have not been trained to it It is not for their scrambled in fellects to discriminate between the chorus girl brand of attack and the subtle wooing of a gentlewoman- They can't anaIyze; they can't feell And this insipid, egotistica1 little bounder is actually sitting there and asking me to help him with the girl I love! E Good Lord what next2" He surveyed the eager GIsteEvelt in the most irIi- tating manner, finally laughing out right in his face The very thought of NIhiIn as Connie'sN accepted lover! She, the adorable, the splendid. the unap proachablel It was excrucIat atingly funnyl
 .'Oh, I say, old man, cried Freddie when the disconcerting laugh came, ''don't laughi It's no joke"
 .'Pon emy soul, UIstervelt," apoIo gized Brock, with a magnanfmous smile. ''I haven't saids it was a joke You
 Then what are you Alaughfng at? Something you heard yesterday2'' with fine scorn. Brock stared hard at the flushed boyish face of the other. It was weak and yet as hard as brass, hard with the overbearing confidence of the spoiled child of wealth.
 '.See here, Ulstervelt,r he said, with sudden coIdness, you're asking my help. That's no way to get it.''
 ''I beg pardon. I don't mean to be rude apologized Freddie. ''But, say, old man, I'll make it worth your while My fathers got stacks of coin, and he's a power in New York. Odell- Ca1neyys right American architects can't design good hencoops. What we want in New York is a rattIing good up to date EngIishI1sssa- or two to show 'em q few things. They're a lot of muckers over there, take it from me. By love, Roxbury, you don't know hove I'd appreciate your friendship in this matter It will simplify things immensely. You'll speak a good word for me when the time comes, now, won't you2"
 ssYou want me to do you a good turn said Brock slowly. He found himself grinning with malicious joy. -AH right, I'll see to it that Miss Rod ney doesn't marry you, my boy. I'll attend to her.''
 @Just a minutes' interrupted Freddie quickly. Don't be too nasty about that I want to be sure of Constance frst''
 1T see. was just about to add that I'll give Constance a strong hint that one of the most gallant young sparks in New York Is likely to propose to her before the end of the week. That wilI''-
 -'Heavensy' exclaimed Freddie in dis gust 'EYou needn't do that. I've al- ready proposed to her five or six fimes-''
 And she-she is -undecided?" cried Brock, his eyes darlzening.
 ''No. hang it all, she's not undecid- ed. She's said no every time That's why I'm up a tree. so to speak,
 t%Oh:', was all that Brock said. Of course she couldn't love creature of : Freddie's stamp! He gloated.
 Cad, you're aducky dog, Roxbury,' 5 went on Freddiei enviously. "Money isn't everything. You're married to one of the prettiest and most fascinat- ting women in the world She's a won der You can't blame me for wanting your wife as a sister-in-law. Now can you? And that lddi You lucky dogi"