The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-05-01

e incident, may say. The elder Schmicks walled and boohooed and proclaimed to the topmost turrets that the sun would never shine again for either of them, and to prove that she was quite in earnest about the matter Grete1 fell off the dock into the river and was nearly drowned before Jasper junior could dive in and get her Their sons, both of whom cherished amorous feelings for Blake, sighed so prOdi- giously all the way down the river that the boat rocked Incidentally during the excitement Jinko, who was to re- main behind and journey westward later on with Mrs. Titus and Jasper junior, succeeded after weeks of vain endeavor in smartly nippfng the calf of Hawkes. left leg, feat of which he no doubt was proud, but which sen tenced my impressive butler to an ever lasting dread of hydrephobia and a temporary limp.
 It was nearly o'clock when the boat slipped into view around the tree GOV cred point of land and headed straight for our hiding place on the bank
 shall not stop here to describe the first stage of our journey through the narrow, rocky byroads, that ended eventually in the broad alpine high way south and west of Vienna. Let it be sufficient to say that we jOstied along for twelve or fifteen miles with out special incident, although we were nervously anxious and apprehensive. Our guidebook pointed, or rather tVvid- dIed, a route from the river flats into the hills, wHere we came up with the main road about o'clock. A &
 We were wrapped and goggled to the | 1,x<7
 been quite impossible to penetrate our motor masks and armor even for one possessed of a keen and practiced eye. The countess was heavily yelled. Grea l goggles bulged beneath the green, l gauzy thing that pfoteeted her lovely 1 face from sun, wind and man. A mo 1 tor coat two or three sizes too large 1 enveloped her slender, graceful figure. l and gauntlets covered her hands Even l Rosemary's tiny face was wrappea in 1 siIken veil of white. As, for the rest of us, we could not have been rHistai- I en for anything on earth but American automobilists ruthlessIy inspired to sec Europe with the sole view to cOmPar4 ing her roads with our own at home You would have said on seeing us that we knew a great deal about roads ana very little about home.
 CoHngfdft and Br1EEons the 1aGCeE 9E the wheel, sat in the front seat, while l shared the broad cushions of the tonneau with the countess, part of the time holding Rosemary, who was clam l sring for food, and the rest of the time holding my breath in the fear that we might slip over preciptce I am all ways nervous when not driving the car myself
 I We stopped for breakfast at small 1 mountain inn fifteeH miles from QUE starting place. The countess, faint red spot in each cheek and zsSzzSEss5 bright, feverish glow in her dark eyes, revealed a tendency to monopolize the conversation, a condition properly at tributed to nervous excitement could see that she was vastly thrilled by the experiences of the hour. Her quick, alert brain was keeping pace with the rush of blood that stimulated 1 every fiber in her body to new actiVi- ties She talked almost necessarily | and chieny about matters entirely for eign to the enterprise in hand The more I see of women the less T know | about them Why she should have spent the whole half hour devoted to breakfast to a surprisingly iRnocaous dissertation on Schopenhauer and Nietzsche is, or was. beyond me. How was I to know that tsarg lay close to the surface of those simmer I ing, vivacious eyes? How was I to Rnow that sobs took refuge behind . simulated interest in philosophy
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