The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-04-14

"Remember, I refuse to share the same roof with her. You wouldn't ask it of your wife"
 Now this second reference to a dis l agreeable subject was unfortunate. 1 Gordon was given to the widest vaga- ries of temper. and this interview had exasperated him beyond measure, for he was strained by other worries He exploded harshly: @ Please remember that you are not nay wifeI My ideas on matrimony will never change. You ought to know by ] this time that am granite
 .sT can't give up Natalie I would l give up much, for we women don't i change, but
 "A fallacyr' he laughW1 disagree ably Pardon me, Gloria, if tell you that you do change; that you have changed; that time has left it's inn ! print upon even you-a cruel fact, IRe true.'' He took a savage pleasure in her trembling, for she had reused all the devils in him and thcz were many
 "You are growing tired."
 'sNot at all. But you have just voiced the strongest possible argument against marriage. We grow old. Age brings it's alterations. have ever been slave to youth and beauty, and the years bring to me only an increas- r ing appreciation, a more critical judg- ment, of the beautiful. If chose to marry-weI, frankly. the mature charms of woman of my own age would have slight attraction for me-
 sThen I win go.,' said Mrs. Gerard fafntly
 aNot by any wish of mine" he as sured her. You are quite welcome to stay. Things will run along in the usual way- more smoothly, perhaps, now that we have attained a complete understanding. You have no place to go nor means with which to insure. a living for yourself and Natalie. I I would hate to see you sacrifice your self and her to a Puritanical whim, for owe you much happiness, and I'm sure should miss you greatly. Some one must rule, and since nature has given. me the right I shall exercise 1t. We win have no more rebellion
 Mrs Gerard left the room dazed and sick with despair.
 We must go. We must go!'' she kept repeating, but her tragic look alarmed Natalie far more than her words.
 2 tsYes, yesr' The girl took her in her arms and tried to still the ceaseless trembling which shook the mothers frame, while her own tears fell un- needed.
 I've must goI Now!"
 Yes, dearest. But where?''
 fYeu-love me stil1?'1 asked Gloria. II q suppose you need me, too, don't Il you? ! hadn't thought of that
 Every hour!'' The round young arms pressed her closer You won't think of-of leaving me z
 Mrs. Gerard shook her head slowly. seNo! I suppose that must be part of the price. -pennilessl Friendless Where can we go?''
 Mr. O'Neil-my Irish. prince" fal- ! tered the daughter through her tears. ;. Perhaps he would take us in.''
 
 Omar Khayam," said Eliza Apple ton. entering O'NeiTs office briskly, you are the general trouble man, SC prepare to listen to mine" Wont the Kitchen fiue draw. or has N a hinge come off the bungalow door?' Murray smiled. He%vEs harassed by endless worries, dozen pressing mat ters called for his instant attention yet he showed no trace of annoyance ssIf so. I'll be right up and fix 1t'
 s"The kitchen chimney has a draf l that threatens to draw Dams salar, out with the smoke every time I cool a meal, and the house is dandy. Thii is real mans size tribulation; so, O. : course. I run to you. Simon Legree i at his tr.1hs again.s
 "Legree!'
 2 l. The girl nodded her blond head vigor ously.
 .Yes: he's stolen Mrs. St. Claire 2 slaves. and she and little Eva are ou in the cold"
 What the deuce are you talkin s about?v
 ? "Gordon, of course, and the tw
 Gerards, Natalie and Gloria. Tow !. hall tonight Come one, come aIlP " : "Ohr' O'Neirs eyes frightened Ii ''There have been terrible gotngs Q T over at Hope I went up yesterda : in my official capacity to reconnoite . the enemy's position and to give him e preliminary skirmish, but the gree
 man was sulking in his tent and ser
 word by a menial for me to begope ( look out for the bIoodhounds Isn't h ,, the naughty thing? I don't like to tbt ,. gone I refuse to git when I'm tolC IF so, of course, I paid my respects = Natalie and her mother. But what q # you think I found? Mrs. St. Clail . desolated, Eva dissolved in tears an . her hair down
 twill you talk senseT !, "Just try a little nonsense and SC a We'll, the great eruption has take : place. and the loss of life was terribl f- Among those buried in the cinders al "a the dusky eyed heroine and her frieI
 mother It seems Eva had a hand she oxerseer's exposure''-