The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-03-15

 1 himself not only brilliant pupil, but 1 the possessor of many innate noble qualities. His father had elaborate ] plans for his future, but at twenty two, a few days after finishing his studies, the boy startled his, family by marrying a beautiful Creole, the 1 daughter of a well known French l banker of New Orleans. They had met l on a steamer when he was returning g 1 from France from his last vacation, and she, being young and romantic, and he young and ardent, they eloped | a few days after his graduation and | were married by special license in Lon | don. They had known there would be | great obstacles to their marriage, for 1 her family were of Huguenot stock and his devout Roman Catholics. And l indeed neither her father nor any of her people ever forgave her.
 ''The young people came home to Louisiana, where they were welcomed l by his family with the warmest af- 1 lection But the father, with new world ideas, insisted that his son take up some profession, and after due con- sideration the young man decided to | pursue in his turn the profession of medicine.
 '"To this end the young couple re- turned to Paris. A year later in an apartment overlooking the park in the Boulevard St. Germain Adele was born. But in giving Adele life the young mother paid for it with her own.'' Here mademoiselle hurried on, and I knew the tears were very near. Ut is the regret of my life and Adele's that she never knew her beautiful mother, but in looking at Adele I am often startled, the resemblance is so strong. She has the same limpid brown eyes, and masses of waving coppery hair and the peculiar jasmine like wilderness of skin, but her mouth is more sensitive, pr''-mademoisel1 stopped short and looked at Miss Cur tis in peculiar way for an instant.
 Miss Curtis, nodding her head, after moment, said meaningly: "I quite understand, my dear. Go on.''
 "Dr. Bleneau was beside himself with grief at his young wife's death. She was the absorbing passion of his life, and I believe she is as much a real presence to him today as she was on the day she died so many years ago. In these circumstances he was, of course, unable to settle down to the mOnotonouS life here and clever1y real 1zed that his only salvation lay in work. Even several years later, when his course was finished, he was still in no condition mentally or physically to take up the grind here, and when he was urged by former schoolmate to join an exploring expedition in Africa for the French government he did so and continued that kind of work for many years.
 However, unless he were in the wiIds of Tibet or on the heights of the Andes, Christmas time always found him with us. Both his parents were secretly very proud of their brilliant, daring son. Adele had always wor- shiped him. Life for her between his visits was gray expanse of waiting.
 1.-TWO years ago the health of Adele's grandfather began to fail, and, reaIiz- ing his approaching end, he sent for his son. He came at once. Dr. Bleneau had been planning trip fo India and into Afghanistan with the Duke of -, but he immediately cancelled all his ar engagements and devoted himself to making the last days of his father as peaceful as possible After a pause she added: t'And that is how Dr. Bleneau came to live with us. Since then be has carried on, with Adele's constant assistance, the large charity work among the blacks for which his 1aC10T nad been so DO1OVeQ
 FfIt was natural in our seclusion that our, lives should center around the work done by the men of the house. | During the years when other girls learned golf, tennis, dancing and such things Adele has been measuring out medicines, taking temperatures and acting generally as office nurse to her grandfather and later to her father.
 'I can well understand your surprise | at finding here in the lonely woods of Louisiana a man of such wide culture l and varied experience as Dr. Bleneau." There was a little silence, and then mademoiselle smiled sadly and said, with a sigh, "That is our History
 Without word Miss Curtis came | over and kissed me, and as she did so i I felt two hot tears on my cheek.
 
 One day, nearly three weeks after the operation, was delighted to find | Dr. Curtis in the drawing room. He | slowly rose as I came in and, seeing | my look of astonishment, said laugh l ingly:
 "As a matter of fact, my dear, might have been down a day or two 1 earlier, only didn't half try. was having an ideal rest. lying there in your pretty, fresh chintzed room. look ing ert on the broad Mississippi and thoroughly enjoying the company of yourself and your father-you especial ly, Bleneau," and he turned to father, laughing, you who have lived more stories than most people could invent"
 A few days later, as I put my hand out to open the door of fathers office, I heard my name and, without think ing, paused to listen. Dr. Curtis was speaking:
 'sBIeneau, old man, whether you real tze 1t or not, you are deueedIy selfish to keep that charming girl buried alive here" He paused, and then, as father did not answer, went on: ''I don't be-