The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-05-04

also to have 1t stopped at,tAe4 tsv.a across the river, a concession secured at a no inconside.able cost
 She was to travel once moee asaz1y. mother
 ''You will not fan to leok ussu1 when you come to New York, win y0u, MT. Smart7 MT. Titus will not be happy until he has-exp xpresseds to .yosl. In parton his endless gratitude. You have en splendid. We shall never 6egRet FouF kindness, your though tfulneas, your your forbeaEance. I-pA
 Upon my word, there were red bears in the dear lady's eyesi I f0rgot ana forgaye much in Fecogntt5o zehlszia- stant of genuine feeling on her paEt It was net necessary for herSto eoIa- plete the sentence so humbly begun.
 Their departure was made with ssae degree of caut1en. 1fra. TttsNs EgtllST considerately reminding heEself that my interests were at stake I saw them aboard the. train. She played hsr part admirably-I wiHssay thatsfar her She lifted her veil So that [ could be stow a farewell A1isI kiss uPoa her cheek. Jasper juniors eyes popped very wide open at this, and .as he shook my hand svarnzly at. .paiziiae- te | said:
 .'You are a wonder, Iohn-sa 1ta enough wonder. Why. hang itsaIz saha doesn't even let dad do t1a3s@ But Jasper junior was very young, and he couldn't understand. At last we were to ourselves, my ex- 1 tensive househeld and l. Late that night sat in my study considering the best means of reducing nay stan of servants and in computing. with tlIs- may, the cost of being prineeIY host ] to people who had not the least notion 1 what it meant to do sums 1n economic subtraction It was soon apparent to l me that retrenchment, stern and re lent1ess, w9UId have to follow upon my wild though brief season of profigacy. I decided to disnaias the scullery maid. was indeseEiba bly, lonely. Pe0peh- dyke was worried abaut my pallar, my 1assit1de At the cad of a week he took it upon himself b drop Q hne to 1 the Hazards, urging them to run out 1 for a visit in the hope that GSnr any might take me out Of myself. All at tenpts to renew my work on the i'll 1 fated novel met with utter failure. 1 The power of mental concentration I was gone. spent most Of my tiEne In l the garden.
 The Hazzards came and with them the joyously beautiful Betty BiKlys Poopendyke must have prepared thsa for the task in hand, for they proceed ed at once to transform the bleak, i dreary old castle into a sort ef hilar- ious merry go roana, with me in the l very vortex of 1t all They succeeded in taking me 'sout of myself,' will l say that for them. My spirits took an upward bound and, wonderful bO re A. ..T4f la= g-., 70 all could do to lower them did not want to be happy. I figured that q owed it to my recently aroused tenn perament to be permanently unhappy. But the wind blew another way and I drifted amiably with it, as a derelict drifts with the currents of the oceAns but preferably with the warm gulf stream.
 We had word from Afrs. Titus in London that negotiations had been re- | opened with the count and that g com promise might be expected. The ob- durate noblennan had agreed, it seem ed, to meet Jasper Titus lawyers in Paris at no distant date My chief concern, however, was for the countess herself. That she had successfully reached the high seas was apparent
 if not, the newspapers. which read with eagerness would have been filled with accounts of her seizure We .eagerIy awaited the promised cable gram from New York announcing her safe arrival there
 Smith joined us at the end of the week I nerved myself to question him about the Eng1ishman-
 Splendid fellow" said he, with dis eoura ging fervor; 'sone of the finest chaps know, eh, George?'
 seFor an Englishman,'' admitted HaE
 gard.
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