The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1916-03-01

'tShe's supposed to be very good
looking. I've never seen her" 49,.
t'How queer to be asking me if I
know her, then. Why do you ask?'
1--WE heard so much about her lately.
She is the daughter of William Blith-
ers, the great capitalist"
ooh, I know who he isl she exclaim-
ed. Perfect roodles of money, hasn't
hep"
"Roodles ?'''
"Loads, # it means more to you.
forgot that you are foreigner. He
gave that wonderful ball last week
for the Prince of-of-oh; some insig-
nifcant place over in Europe. There
are such a lot of queer duchies and
principa1ities, don't you know; it is
quite, impossible to tell one from the
other. They don't even appear on the
maps 1s f~s a
He took it with perfectly straight
facet though secretly annoyed. cit
was the talk of the town, that ball.
It must have cost roodles of money.
Is that right?''
Yes, but it doesn't sound right when
you say it. Naturally one doesn't say
roodless in Vienna" !. ~
eve say noodles said he. "I am
very fond of them. But to resume.
supposed every one in New York knew
Miss Blithers. She's quite the rage.
Inn told" (
Indeed? I should think she might
be, Mr.. Schmidt, with all those lovely
millions behind her. 3
He smiled introspectively. eyes, and
4 am told that in spite of them she is
the prettiest girl in New York.
She appeared to lose interest in the
topic. ooh. indeed?" s
but" he supplemented gracefully,
cit isn't true"
what isn't true Pr E
"The statement that she is the pref
test girl in New York e
.'How can you say that when you adj
NIT you've never seen herr" Il
SCI can say it with a perfectly clear
conscience. Miss Guile, said he. and
was filed with delight when she bit
her lip as sign of acknowledged t. :
"Oh, here comes the teal" she cried,
with strange eagerness in her voice..
ST am so glad" She scrambled grace
fully out of her rug and arose to her
| feet. "a
Aren't you going to have some?" he
cried &
Yes she said quite pointed1y. I'm
my room, Mr.. Schmidt And before
he could get to his feet she was now,
| ing away without so much as nod or
smile for him.
The following day was as unlike it's.
predecessor as black is like white. 4
During the night the smooth gray
pond had been transformed into a.
turbulent, storm thrashed ocean.
Only the hardest OF the passengers
ventured on deck.
r. Schmidt, being good sailor and
| a ho w obs oil oi%
Of royal blood. was abroad early. He.
took two turns about the deck, and
each time as het passed the spot he
sent a covert glance into the corner
where Miss Guile's chair was stand
ing: OF course he did not expect to
find her there in weather like this,
but-weII, he looked, and that is the
end to the argument.
Quinnox and Dank were hopelessIy
| bedridden, so to speak. They were
very disagreeable, cross and unp1eas-
ant, and somehow he felt that they
hated their cheerful, happy faced
prince.
At last the young man batt1ed his
| way down the deck and soon found
himself in the well protected corner.
A half dozen unoccupied chairs were
cluttered about, having been aban-
doned by persons who overestimated
their hardness. One of the stewards
was engaged in stacking them up and
| making them fast.
Miss Gui1e's chair and that of Mrs
CASTOR were stanchly fastened down
and their rugs were in place. r.
Schmidt experienced an exquisite i
| sense of pleasure. Here was a perfect
exemplifcation of that much abused
| thing known as circumstantiaI evil
/
| deck, So he had his chair put in
place, called for his rug, shrugged his
chin down into the collar of his thick
ulster and sat down to wait
/ She literally was blown into his
presence He sprang to his feet to
check her swift approach before she
| could be dashed against the wall or
upon the heap of chairs in the corner
| She uttered an excited little shrek as
she came bang up against him. and
| found his ready arms closing about
her shoulders.
ssOh, goodness" she gasped, with
what little breath she had left, and
| then began to laugh as she freed her
self in confuston-a very pretty con
| fusion, he recalled later on, after he
/ had recovered to some extent from
the effects Of an exceedingly severe
bump on the back of his head. "How
Eawkward!"
| "Not at ALL he proclaimed, retain
ing a grip on one of her arms until
the ship showed some signs of resum-
| ing it's way eastward instead of down
ward.
set am sure 1t must have hurt dread
| fully" she cried. Nothing hurts
worse than a bump. 1t seemed as
| though you must have sp1intered the
WALL
at have singu1arly hard head
said he, and forthwith felt of the
back of it,
ssWill you please stand ready to re-
ceive boarders2 My maid is follow
| ing me, poor thing, and can't afford
IN have her smashed IN niecea Her0