The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-03-09

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 won't go into his emotions MT. Bland, up at the inn, is suffering them at the present moment, Pm told. They arc unimportant; I'l1 hurry on to the lie. simply say he was sorrOwful, and it seemed to me crime, what with the sun so bright and the sea so blue and the world so full of number of things. Yes, it certainly was crime, and I decided he had to be cheered up at any cost How? thought awhile, gazing up at the sky. and then it came to me-the ne-the great. glorious lie and told it'
 The hermit looked In defiance round the listening circle.
 < You're ch0ck full of sorrow now I said to McMann, but it won't last long He shook his head. sNonsenses I told him. Look at me. Do you see me doing heart bowed down act un-. der the palms And he couldn't, the lie unfolding itself in such sp1endor to me. Your he asked. Me I said. Ten years ago I was where you are today. "A woman had spoken to me as RTabeI-or Marie-or what was it2- spoke to you.
 q could see had the boy interested T unfolded my story as it occurred to me at the moment. Yes, said I, ten years ago saw her first Dancing as butterfly dances from flower to flow CT, dancing on the stage-a fairy sprite
 II loved her, worshiped her. It could never be. There in the dark of the wings she told me so. And she shed tear a sweet tear of sorrow at part ing.
 xsrT -ev,e f<, ,.r r<,s,v,, f<,l.5 Ax<. Mann, with a lot of time tables and steamship books-bright red books; the color came of on my eager hands. [ picked out country and sailed away. Like you, I thought could never be happy, never even smile again. Look at me-
 stHe looked guess my face radi- ated bliss. The idea was so lovely He was impressed could see it.. E I'm supremely happy, I told him.. T am my own master. I wander
 where will. No woman tells me my hour for going. out or my hour for. coming in I wander. For company IT have her picture as saw her last with twinklng feet that never touched earth. As the spirit moves go. You can move the memory of a. woman in 6 flash, my boy, but it takes two months to get the real article started, and then, like as not, she's forgot every thing of importance. Ever thought of that? You should. You're going to be as happy as I am. Study me- Reflect I waved my carpet slippered feet toward the palms. had certainly made an impression on Alexander McMann GAS we walked back over the sands and grass grown streets to the hotel his heart got away from that cupid's s lunch counter. and he was almost cheerful. I was gay to the last, but ms I parted from him, my own heart sank. I knew I had to go back to her and that she would probably give me a scolding about the carpet slippers. parted from McMann with a last word of cheer. Then I went to the ship to her, my wife. That was the lie. you understand She travelled every l where with me. She never trusted me.
 we were. due to sail that night, and Twas glad, for-I worried some over what F had done Suppose my wife and Alexander McMann should meet An estimable woman, but l large, determined, but little suggest ing the butterfly of the footlights married long before We had a bad session over the carpet slippers. The
 boat was ready to sail when McA1ann came aboard. He carried bag, and 1 his face shone.
 She's sent for me- he said. Ma rie wants me. gotsn letter from my
 brother: I'll blow into Kansas like g
 cyclone and claim her
 l. A %F, large black figure appeared on deck I you've sat up long enough. Go below now
 ttMcMann's face was terrible I saw it was all up. T lied, McMann,' I ex- plained. The idea just came to me, it fascinated me, and I lied. She did l turn me down-there in the wings. 1 And she shed that tear I spoke of too
 But when was looking over the rail l road folders she sent for inc I went l on the wings of love. It was two l blocks, but went on the wings of i love. We've been married twenty i years Forgive me, McMannr l ssMcAIann turned around. He picked up the bag. I asked where he was go
 ing. Ashore he said, to think
 may go back to Kansas City-I may
 But I'll just think a bit first And
 he climbed into the ships boat I ney l CT saw him again.
 I The hermit paused and gazed dream fly into space.
 That he said, twas my one greai I lie, my masterpiece A year after
 ward came up here on the mountaiI
 to be hermit
 "As result of it?'' asked Miss Nor
 ton.
 ..Yes, answered Mir. Peters, sI tole
 the story to friend. thought ht
 was a friend. So he was, but mar
 ried. My wife got to hear of it. sSt