The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-02-18

VIII you tell me that? Where, L say
What's more, where would be now
if I hadn't looked ahead and seen
what marriage with the daughter of
Judge Morton would mean to me in the
long run?" He felt that he had uttered
a very pretty and convincing compli-
ment. ST never made a bad bargain in
my life, Lou, and it wasn't guesswork
when 1 married you. You, my dear old
girl, you were the solid foundation on
which r.
81 know she said YEARLY you've
said it a thousand times-'the founda-
ton on which built my temple of pos
terity'-yes, I know, Will. But I am
still unalterably opposed to making
ourselves ridiculous in the eyes of Mr..
and Mrs King
ridiculous? don't understand
you?"
'Well, you will after you think it
over,'' she said quietly, and he scowled
in positive perplexity.
Don't you think he'd be a good
match for Maud?" he asked, after
many minutes. He felt that he had
thought it over.
care you thinking of kidnapping him
WHIP, she demanded.
Certainly noti. But all you've got to
do is to say that he's the man for Maud
and I'1-I'l1 do the rest. That's the
kind of a man am, Lou. You say you
don't want Count What's-H Name
that is, you don't want him as much as
you did-and you do say that it would
be the grandest thing in the world if
Maud could be the Princess of Gross
tick
"Graustark, Will
s'That's what said. Well, if you
want her to be the Princess of THAT
I'll see that she is, provided this fell
low is a gentleman and worthy of her
rascal, and I'm going to be careful
about this one. You remember that
measIy"-
There is no question about Prince
Robin,'' said she sharply.
81 suppose the only question is, How
much will he want?"
'sYou mean-settlement2'
"Sure.'
sEHave you no romance in your soul
william Blithers 2"
81 never believed in fairy stories"
said he grim1y. tAnd, what's more,
don't take any stuck in cheap novels in
which American heroes go about mar
rying into royal families and all that
sort of rot. 1t isn't done, Lou. If you
want to marry into a royal family
you've got to put up the conn.,
prince Robins mother. the poor
Princess Yetive, married an American
for love, let me remind you
ssUmph! Where is this Groostock,
anyway
:. Somewhere east of the setting
SUM- she quoted. you must learn how
to pronounce it."
81 never was good at foreign Ian
this afternoonY'
Motoring
He waited for additional information.
It was not vouchsafed, so he demand
ed somewhat fearfully:
s'Who wtth?"
young Scoville''
He scowled "He's a loafer, Lou. No
good in the world. don't like the way
you Lett
"He is of very good family, my
dear. p
els he erin love with her?'
Certainly. Why not? Isn't every
one she meets in love with her?''
I'll suppose SOL he admitted sheep
ishly. His face frightened. And
IAOLS . D1AO IOdSOA WHY Lille
shouldn't fall heels over head, is there
Well, there you are! That will make
difference in the settlement, believe
me, a difference of a couple of millions
at least if
She arose abruptly. "You are posi-
lively disgusting, Will Can't you think
of anything but
Say, amt that Maudie coming up
the drive now? Sure 1t is! By gra-
cious, did you ever see anything to
beat her? She's got lem all beat
mile when it comes to looks and style
and Oh. by the way" lowering his
voice to a hoarse, confidential whisper
"I wouldn't say anything to her about
the marriage just yet if were you! I
want to look him over first
Prince Robin of Graustark was as
good looking a chap as one would see
in a weeks journey. Little would one
suspect him of being the descendant of
q long and distinguished line of princes
save for the unmistakable though in
defnable something in his eye that ex-
acted rather than invited the homage
of his fellow man. His laugh was a
free and merry one, his spirits az effer-
vescent an wine, his manner bithe and
boyish, yet beneath all this fair and
guue1esS e1poSltloR or careleSSneSS lay
the sober integrity of caste.
His mother, the beautiful, gracious
and lamented Princess Yetfve, set all
royal circles by the ears when she mar
ried the American, Lorry, back in the
nineties. A special act of the ministry
had legalized this union, and the son
of the American was not deprived OF
his right to succeed to the throne which
his forbears had occupied for centuries.
From his mother he had inherited the
right of kings, from his father the
spirit Of freedom; from his mother the
power of majesty, from his father the
power to see beyond that majesty.
When little more than a babe in arms
he was orphaned, and the affairs of
state fell upon the shoulders of three
loyal and devoted men who served as
regents until he became of age.
He was seven when the great revolt