The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-03-16

1NSA LIe5l l NdS ODtlSeQ to BIOUllSq him a glimpse of the clock when ] got it.
 In course of time my first novel ap peafedsy Ttswas a love story. UncIq Rilas read the first five chapters and then skipped over to the last page. Then he t5esap it all over again and sat up .learly all night to finish it. ThG next day he called it ''trash,' but in vited me fo have luncheon with hin at the BfesIo opSllian club and rathet noisily introsluced me to a few old era nies of hiss
 ! A month later hesdied. He left me fortune, which WAS all the more stag geiing ill sfaT of tllccircuns thai had seen sEz3es Hai1lsa for my UnclG John and tot for him.
 It was not lo.lg afferward that made a sI}arfects fool of myself by fall ing in lore. turned out very badly l can't imagine t4at got into me td Nwant to c;.e:ajt Dfga11y after had already l,secs;lzlaeSi 4.sJ-self to be irrevl ocabiy welded IL inE professione New ertheless 4 GsiibalatelY coveted the eE perfence and Eaes.A have attained to q no doubt had il I4at lyacn for the young woman in tic e;sse She would have none Of me, but. with considerable in dependence ofsspfrit ;IIfd I must say noteworthy :icutIsen. elected to wed splendid looking young fellow whd clerked in 2 iey7cIer,s shop in Fifth avenue Thes Lad stecn engaged foR several years. 1t sceLas, and my swCls len fortune failed to disturb hef sense of fidelity. Perhaps. you will be inter- ested enough in girl who could re- fuse to share fortune of something like $3O00o0 mot counting me, of eoursel to let me tell you briefly who and what she was She was my typist that is to say, she did pieceWork for me as, I happened to. provide substance for her active fingers to work upon when she wasn't typtng law briefs in the regular sort of grind Not only was she an able typist, but she was an exceedingly wholesome, handsome ana worthy young woman.
 Somehow I was able to attribute tha iasco to an inbqrn sense of shyhesa that had always made me faint heart. ed, dilatory and unaggressfve Nu doubt if had gone about it roughshod and fiery I could have played hob with the excellent jeweler's peace Of mind to say the least
 Still, some men. no matter how shy and procrastinat ting they may be-or reluctant, for that matterAare doomed 
 as you will perceive if you follow the course of this narrative to the bitter end.
 In. order that you may know nc when you see me. struggling through these pages as one might struggle through a I14orass on a dark night, shall take the liberty of describing my self in the best light possible under t1s circums stances
 . l am q talIish sort of person, moder- ately rhonaely and not quite thirtY-f7e. I am strong, but not athletic. Whatever physical development possess was acquired through the ancient and hon orable game of golf and in Swimming. Tn both of these sports l am quite pro ficient. My nose is rather long and in- quisitive, and my chin is considered t1 bes singular1y firm for one who has no ambition to become hero. My fhatch is abundant and quite black. So thera you are. Not quite what you would call a lady killer or even Iady's man. fancy you'll say.
 You will be surprised to learn, how ever, that secretly I am of rather TO- mantle, imaginative turn of mind. Since earliest childhood have consort- ed with prineesses and ladies of high degree-mentally, of course and my bosom companions have been knighta of valor and. longevity
 At thirty~fve am still unattached and, so far as can tell, unloved. For the past year I have done little or no work. My books are few and far be- tween. My best work is done when the madding crowd is far from me.
 A month ago, in Vienna, I felt the plot breaking out on me, very much as the measles do, at a most inopp0rtuno time for everybody concerned, and my secretary, more wide awake than you'd imagine by looking at him, urged nq to coddle the muse while she was EgtEl- mg. .s-4
 1t was especially annoying cominss as 1t did, just as I was about s6e set off for a fortnight's motorboats strip up the Danube with Elsie Hazard and her stupid husband. the doctor.
 The fourth day of our de1ectable eLA cursion brought us to an ancient town whose name you would recall if were fool enough to mention it and where we were to put up for the night. on the crest of stupendous crag over hanging the river, almost opposite tha town, which isn't far from Krenis. stood the venerable but unvenerated castle of that high handed old robbeE baron, the first of the Rothhoefens
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