The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-03-13

TH CTS suddenly of the minister of war. You are in a position to know some thing about him. Am I not rightY' Every eye was on the count. ''Prince Robin will marry for love, my lords" he said quietly. "I am forced to agree with MT. BIithers.'' Baron Romano sank into his chair. There was silence in the room for many seconds. A gleam of triumph shot into the eyes of MT. Blithers.
 fFMy lords, find that my half hour is almost up,' he said, pulling out his gold watch and comparing it's time with that of the clock on the wall. Permit me to take my depar- ture. l am content to let matters shape themselves as they may. Allow me, however, before leaving to assure you of my most kindly interest in the welfare of your state- You may be pleased to know that it is not from me that Graustark-did I get it right that time Twill redeem her bonds when they mature, but from my only daughter. She is nearly twenty-one years of age. On her twenty-hfth birthday I shall present to her-as gift-al1 of my holdings in Graus- tark. She may do as she sees fit with them. Permit me to wish you all good day, my lords.''
 At the Regengetz telegram await ed him. It was from Maud.
 ''I shall be in Edelweiss this week without fail. I have something very important to tell you.'' So it read.
 Nine o'clock of a rainy night, on the steep, winding road that climbed < r. YT.1l city to the crest on which stood the famed monastery of St. Valentine-9 o'clock of night fraught with pleas urable anticipation on the part of one R. Schmidt, whose eager progress up the slope was all too slow not wfthstandfng the encouragement of fered by the constituencies jehu, who frequently beat his poor steeds into a gal1op over level stretches and never allowed them to pause
 Late in the afternoon there had come to the general postofice letter for MT. R. Schmidt
 Her letter was brief. She merely acquainted him with the fact that she had arrived in Ede1we1ss that day from Ganlook, twenty miles away, and was stopping at the Inn of the Stars, outside the city gates.
 
 be delighted to see him when it was convenient for him to come to her. On receipt of this singu1ar1y matter of fact letter he promptly dispatched message to Miss Guile, Inn of the Stars, saying that she might expect him at that night.
 Stealing away from the castle at night, he entered the ramshackle cab that Hobbs had engaged for the ex- petition and which awaited him not far from the private entrance to the park.
 The mud covered vehicle was near ing the Inn of the Stars when Robin stuck his head out of the window and Hobbs to drive slower.
 "Whoa!" said Hobbs suddenly. fF 'ElIo, wot the 'ell is''-
 A dark figure had sprung into the roadway near the horses heads and was holding up warning hand.
 Robins head came through the window.
 ''It is I. m'sieur,'' said the voice of Miss Gui1e's French maid. Disappointment filled his soul. "What has happened?" he cried. grasping the girls arm. "Has she her mind?'
 
 you at the Inn of the Stars. She bids you to drive to the end of this street, where there is 8 garden with 8 Mag var band and the most delicious re- to be had under vine GOV ered''- "A public garden? ?'' exclaimed | Robin in utter dismay. "Pingari's, sir." said Hobbs. HI 1 know the place well. It is very I quiet, orderly place." 'T am not accustomed to meeting 1 people in public gardens. I''- "Nor is my mistress, m'sieur. I as sure you. May put flea in m'sieur's ear? The place is quite empty to- night, and besides there is the drive | back to the inn with mademoiseI1e. l Is not that something, m'sieur?" "By jove!" exclaimed Robin. "Drive | on, Hobbs!'