The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-04-28

She must have misunderstood me. wasn't running down the nobility, Mrs. Titus. I was merely questioning the advisa bility of eleyating it in the way we Americans sometimes do.
 You did not put it so adroftly in discussing the practice with A1ine,' she said quickly. Granted that her own marriage was mistake, a dread ful mistake, it does not follow that all international matches are failures. I would just as soon De unhappiIy mar ried to duke as to a dry goods mer- chant. MT Smart
 ''But not at the same price, Mrs ri tus,' 2 remarked,
 She smiled, "A husband is dear at any price.'
 sT shouldn't put it just that way,' I protested. IA good American husband is necessity. not a luxury. =
 Well, to go back to what started to say, AIine is very bitter about mat rimony as viewed from my point of view. am sorry to say I attribute her attitude to your excellent counsel ing''
 .sYou datter me I was under the i'm pressfon she took her lesson of Tar nowsy.
 seGranted But Tarnowsy was unfit Why tar all of them with the same sttck7 There are good noblemen. you'll Hdmit-
 @But they don't need rehabiIita ton. 2
 tsAline fear, will never risk anoth- CT experiment It's rather ca1amftous, isn't it? When one stops to consider her youth, beatty and all the happi- ness there may be''
 sI beg your pardon, Mrs. Titus, but I think your fears are groundless.''
 What do you mean ?n
 s.The countess will marry again. I am not betraying 3 secret, because she has int1rnated as much to my secretary as well as 10 me I take it that as soon as this unhappy affair is settled AEhe will be free to reveal the true state of her feelings towards- stepped, somewhat dismayed by my garrulous turn.
 Toward whom ?'s she fairly snapped
 ssI don't know" replied fruthfuI1y and, fear, lugdbriously.
 s4Good heavensr' she cried, starting up from the bench on which we were sitting in the loggia. There was a queer expression in her eyes. ssHasn t hasn't she ever hinted at-hasn't she mentioned any one at all?
 ttNot to me.
 Mrs Titus was agitated, could see that very plainly. A thoughtful frown appeared on her smooth brow, and a gIeam of anxiety sprang into her eyes-
 t1 am sure that she has had no op- portunity to''- She did not complete the sentence, in which there was a Drf mary note of perpIexity and wonder.
 It grfIled me to discover that she did not even so much as take me into con sideration.
 '.You mean since the CT divorce?' P inquired
 s'She has been in secIusion all of the time. She has seen no man-that is to say, no man for whom she could pos sibly entertain a. But, of course you are mistaken in your impression, MT Smart. There is absolutely nothing in what you say.
 "A former sweetheart, antedating her marriage" I suggested hopelessly.
 s'She has no sweetheart. Of that am positive,'' said she with conviction.
 .sShe must have had an army of ad- mirers. They were legion after her marriage, I may be pardoned for re- minding you"
 tioned Lord Amberdale to your" she asked.
 s.Amber1ale? ?' I repeated, with g queer sinking of the heart ssNo, Mrs, Titus An Englishman T
 She was mistress of herself once more. In a very degage manner she informed me that his 1ordship. most attractive and honorable young Eng nshman, had been one of Aline's swarm est friends at the time of the divorce proceedings. But of course there was nothing in thati They had been good friends for years, nothing more, and he was a perfect dear.
 But she couldn't fool me. I could see that there was something working at the back of her mind, but whether she was distressed or gratihed was moi by way of knowing.
 ~I've never heard her, mention Lord Amberdale," said I.
 Her eyes narrowed slightly. Had ] but known, the mere fact that the countess had not spoken of his lord ship provided her experienced mother with an excellent reason for believing that there was something between them She abruptly brought the con versatton to close and left me, saying that she was off for her beauty nap.