The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-02-27

N%D2IAuEQ.4 ] '.Then she must remain in her room until he's gones'' said Mrs. Chichester determined1y. "I'H go into town now and order some things for her and see about tutors. She must be taught and at once.''
 ssWhy put up with this annoyance al aIl2" asked Ethel.
 Mrs Chichester put her arm around Ethel as she said:
 "One thousand pounds year, that is the reason
 Wait a minute, mater,'' put in AIar. ic, land I'll go with you as far as the station road and see if I can head Jer- ry off. His train is almost due if it's punctuaI''
 He was genuinely concerned that his old chum should not meet that impossi- ble little red headed Irish heathen whom an unkind fate had dropped down in their midst
 At the hall door Mrs Chichester told Jarvis that her niece was not to leave her room without permission.
 As Mrs. Chichester and Alaric pass ed out they little dreamet that the same relentless fate was planning still fur ther humiliations for the unfortunate family and through the new and ura- welcome addition to it.
 Peg was shown by the maid, Ben nett, into charming old world room overlooking the rose garden. Every thing about it was in the most ex- quisite taste. The furniture was of white and gold, the vases of Sevres, a few admirable prints on the walls and roses everywhere
 Left to her reflections, poor Peg found herself wondering how people with so much that was beautiful around them could live and act as the Chichester family apparently did. They seemed to borrow nothing from their once illustrious and prosperous dead. They were, it would appear, only con cerned with a particularly near pres enf.
 The splendor of the house awed-the narrowness of the people irritated her. What an unequal condition of things where such people were endowed with so much of the worlds goods while her father had to struggle all his life for the bare necessaries!
 Very much eomforted by the re6ec- tion and having exhausted all the cTl- rinus things in the little mauve room, she determined to see the rest of the house. First she changed to another dress.
 At the top Of the stairs she met the maid Bennett
 Mrs. Chichester left word that you were not to leave your room without permission. I was just going to tell you. said Bennett.
 All Pegs independent Irish blood dared up What would she be doing shut up in a little white and gold room all day? She answered the maid excitedty:
 .tTen Mrs Chi-ster I am not goin' to do anything of the kind As long as l stay in this house I'll see every bit of ftg' and she swept past the maid down the stairs into the same room for the third time.
 -You'n only get me into trouble, ' cried the maid.
 s.No, I won't I wouldn't get you into trouble for the wrlrrld. I'll get all the trouble, an I'll get it now" ]" Peg ran across, opened the door con meeting with the hall and called out:
 .Aunti Cousins! Aunti Come here: I want to tell ye about meself!''
 They've all gone out" said the maid quickly.
 '"Then what are ye maxim such q fuss about7 You go out too"
 She watched the disappointed Ben nett leave the room and then began g tour of inspection. She had never seen so many strange things outside of a museum.
 Fierce men in armor glared at her out of massive frames: old gentlemen In powdered wigs smiled pleasantly at her; naughty ladies in breath bereay- ing cultures stared superciliously right through her. She felt most uncon- fortable in such strange company
 On the piano she found perfectly carved bronze statuette of Cupid She gave little e4dsh cry of delight, took the statuette in her arms and kissed 1t. Cupid. me darlin'i Faith, it's you that causes all the mischief in the wurrld, ye divi1 yep she cried
 All her depression vanished She was like a child again. She sat down at the piano and played the simple re frain and sang in her little girlish tremulous voice one of her fathers favorite songs, her eyes on Cupid: .'oh. the days are gone when heauts
 bright
 My hearts charm wove. When my dream of life, from morn til
 night,
 Was love. still lovel
 New hope may bloom
 And days may come
 Of raiIder, calmer beam. But there's nothing half so sweet fin life
 AS loves young dream! No there's nothing half so sweet in fife
 As loves young dream, 2
 As she let the last bars die away and gave Cupid a little caress and wal about to commence the next verse { vivid Hash of lightning played around the room. followed almost immediate