The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-12-10

with Bafaed little lIr IT, yOu couldn't have found it out in six years I suppose I needn't expect to in six minutes. But it just makes you burst not to know, doesn't itY'
 There's a worse problem still-what is to become of me?"
 US, Matt" she corrected him jeal- ously; "poor little hundred-and-twelve- dollar us''
 'T might as well shoot myself as stay on here. There's nothing here. Chris, in this little backwater of a place. What shall it be-east or west try for deep water ship or strike out boldly for Colorado or Wyoming or somewhere?''
 "Go away?" she cried ''No, I can't let you go away-I can't, I can't, un- less you don't care-unless it's alP'- She broke off, looking at him potgn- antly. only to be crushed in the strong arms. overtorr@ blinded. pant. ing and de1iciously t-clpless and i'll used. Of course he loved her. loved her better than anything in the world, would crush her again for ever doubt ing it. No, she had to admit how cruel she had been, how wicked and unkind; had to or he would hurt her
  was. But it seemed that she wasn't an obstinate little wretch at all. only terribly smothered and gaspfngly eager to be forgiven. and anyhow how was she to know when he sat there so cold. and distant and talked about going away-that he really and truly did love her-as though anybody who loved anybody would go away and leave somebody to break her heart?
 Nor was she q c1inging, useless. inn practical young lady person without any sense or ideas. No, indeed, she wasn't! They were in a very serious predicament, and she meant to be mouse to the poor, tattered. scared, whiny lion and rescue him somehow. To all of which Mr. Lion acceded meekly, with q dawning sense that there was a stronger nature than he had dreamed behind those dark eyes and a courage and self reliance that ehamed him in the contrast
 f'Unfortunately papa has to be left out,'' she continued General Mouse would have it at the least notion of my liking anybody who hadn't town house and country house and a yacht and castiron social position, studded with iron nails and spiked on top, and family heirlooms that his great-grand- mother wore at Washingtons inaugu- ration. That's General Mouse's view, and he's likely to-sQueak terribly at poor little flundred-and-twelve Iioni That's the bad part of it; the good is that when I'm twenty-six come into my mothers money--three snug old New York houses, filled with dentists and doctors and subletting old ladies who have seen better times somewhere between $S,O0o and 5000 a year Isn't that nice. MT. Lion: Isn't that splendid? Come, cheer up, and say it is worth waiting for. Yes, two years and ten months to wait. and then a fearful General Mouse rumpus = and me- If you are still of the same nind-that is. and haven't gone off in another direction? Though
 "Oh, Chrisr'
 'tBut this is a secret-I have to be sure you love me first"
 ''You know do."
 teBut awfulIy, awfully well-better than anything-just terribly"
 'Yes.''
 Don't smile about it. said terri b1y.''
 q was thinking of all that money; it frightens me even while I'm glad-to be called fortune hunter and heaven. knows what-yet I didn't know; how was to know? It's staggering. Chris; IT am trying to get used to it; why. we've can get Inarried-"
 That's the seeret-before then, per hapsr'
 Before then? Oh, Chris, ChrisY'
 'I don't care if it's only one room; Pm not afraid, Matt only, sorry about papa, and the way he is sure to take it. You must stay here and get some thing to do, no matter what it is, and as soon as it is enough for two I'lI come, Matt, dear-Tn come if it's only $75 montl1.'