The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-05-12

lie SF1nneQ- Ii feckon Id better | hustle or you'll beat me down, boss" She was still in her riding habit when I found her alone in the parlor of the Titus suit
 I give you my word my heart almost stopped beating. I've never seen any one so lovely as she was at that mo ment-never, repeat. Her hair, blown by the kind November winds. strayed-but no! I cannot begin to de fine the loyeliness of her. There was a warm, rich glow in her cheeks and light in her eyes that actually bewil- defed me, and more than that am not competent to utter
 ''You have come at last" she said and her voice sounded very far off, al though was lifting her ungloved hand to my lips, She clinched my fingers tightly. I remember that and also that my hand shook violently and that my face felt pale.
 think I said that I had come at last She took my other hand in hers and, drawing dangerously close to me, said:
 .I do not expect to be married for-at least year, John."
 ''I-I congratulate you,'' stammered foolishly.
 .'I have feeling that it isn't decent for one to marry inside of two years after one has been divorced.
 sHow is Rosemary ?' murmured.
 "You are, in love with me, aren't you, John: dear?''
 :'Goo-good heaveny'' I gasped.
 ''I know you are. That's why I am so sure of myself. Is it asking too much of you to, marry me in 8 year from
 I haven't the fa1ntest notion how long afterward it was that I asked her what was to become of that poor, un- lucky Lord Amberdale.
 He's a dear, and he is going to marry bred-in-the- bone countess next January. You will like him, because he' is every bit as much in love with his real countess as you are with sham one. He is bird of your feather. And /now don't you want to come, with me to see Rosemary"
 Rosemary" I murmured. as in dream-a luxurious, 1otos born dream.
 She took my arm and advanced with me into room adjoining the parlor As we passed through the door she suddenly squeezed my arm very tight | ly and laid her head against my shoul- der.
 | We were in small sitting room, con fronting Jasper Titus, his wife and his l tiny granddaughter, who was ready for bed.
 You won't have to worry about me | any longer. daddy, dear" said 7Aline, l her voice suddenly breaking
 Well, m be-well. well, wel1!' cried my late victim of the links. 'fIs this the way the wind blows ?"
 I was perfectly dumb My face was scarlet. My dazzled eyes saw nothing but the fine. aristocratic features of Aline's mother. She was leaning slight ly forYard-in her chair. and a slow but ulInistakabIyz joyous smile was creep ing into her face.
 'sAliner' she cried. and AIine went to her.
 Jasper Titus led Rosemary up to me
 stKiss the gentleman. kIddie,'' said he huskily lifting the little one up to me
 She gave a sudden shriek of recogni ton. and took her in my arms.
 tsHa, ha, hap laughed I, without the slightest idea of what was doing ol why I did it. Sometimes I wonder ii there has ever been any Insanity in oul family. know there have been fools for have my Uncle Rilas' word for 1t
 Mir Titus picked up the newspaper he had been reading. Listen to this, Allie. It will interes you. It says here that our friend Tar nowsy is going to marry that fool of { Cincinnati girl we were talking abou the other day. I know her father, bu I've never met her mother. Old Bol Thackery has got millions, but he'i only got one daughter. What blamed shamew
 
 It must be perfectly obvious to you kind reader, that I am going to marr! Aline Tarnowsy, in spite of all my pro ) fessed opposition to marrying di vorcee. I argued the whole matter ou with myself. but not until I was irrev ocably committed. She says she need me Well, isn't that enough? In fact, ! am now trying my best to get her t shorten the probationary period. Sh : has taken off three months, God bles her, but I still hope for a further an more generous reduction-for good be l havior!
 ; /. THE END.