The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1916-03-02


| stands for, Mr.. Schmidt pr
f1n roun dabout way. Miss Guile, y
he admitted.
stMy name is BedeIia,s.' she said
with absolute sincerity. "Me mitheI
| is Irish, dye seq" 49,
"eBy jove, it's worth lot of trouble
to get you to smile like that he
cried admiringly. cit is the first real
~ honest smile you've displayed. Ii
you knew how it improves you you
be doing it all of the time.''
At this juncture the miserable
Hobbs hove into sight, not fgurative-
ly, but literally. He came surging
across the deck in a mad dash from
one haven to another, or, more accu-
rate1y, from post to post.
'T beg your pardon, SIR" he gasped,
finally steadying himself on wide
spread legs. ssThere is a wireless for
Mr.. Totten. sir, but when took it to
i'm he said to fetch it to you, being
unable to hold up is head
Robin read it through, and at the
end whist1ed softly.
t'Take it to Mr.. Totten, Hobbs, and
see if it will not serve to make him
hold up his head a little"
every good, sir I hope it will.
Wouldn't it be wise for me to han
nounce who it is from, sir, to sort Of
prepare him for
NHe knows who it is from, Hobbs,
SO you needn't worry. It is from
home, if it Will interest you, Hobbs. -
Thank you, sir; it does interest
me. thought it might be from Mr.
Blithers.''
Robins scowl sent him scuttling
.scrf~7 =,
when he came.
stIdiot!" muttered the young man.
still scowlfng.
There was silence between the two
for a few seconds, Then she spoke
disinterested1y:
els it from the Mr. B1ithers who
has the millions and the daughter
who wants to marry prince ?''
ttMerely business transaction,
Miss Guile he said absent1y. He
was thinking of Romano's message.
$50 it would appear
ST beg pardon? L was-er- think
ing
cit was of no consequence, Mr..
Schmidt" she Said airily.
He picked up the thread once more.
"As a matter of fact, I've heard it
SttAO kI1S4I miss --oA1AACES IO4uSSd "
marry Ehe prince
els it possible?" with fine irony.
fTs he such a dreadful person as all
that2"
'sI'm sure. I don't know murmur-
ed Robin uncomfortab1y. "He may
be no more dreadful than she"
ttWell. I hope she. doesn't marry
him. said Miss Guile.
$50 do IT, said R. Schmidt, and
their eyes met. After a moment she
looked away, her first surrender to
the mysterious something that lay
deep in his.
Suddenly, and without reason, she
appeared to be bored. AS matter of
fact, she hid an incipient yawn be-
hind her small gloved hand.
81 think L shall go to my room.
VIII you kindly unwrap me, Mr..
Schmidt?''
He promptly obeyed, and then as
sisted her to her feet, steadying her
against the roll of the vessel.
'T shall pray for continuous rough
weather" he announced, with as gal
liant a bow as could be made under
| the circumstances.
"Thank you,'' she said, and he was
| pleased to take it that she was not
| tAoSAA4AS Hill 4OT d phys S0IN1SS
A few minutes later he was in his
own room, and she was in hers and
the promenade deck was as barren as
the desert of Sahara.
He found Count Quinnox stretched
out upon his bed, attended not only
| by Hobbs, but also the terminated
Dank. The crumpled message lay on
| the floor.
tsrm glad you waited awhile said
the young lieutenant, getting W
! from the trunk on which he had been
sitting. eff you had come any sooner
you would have Heard words fit only
| for a soldier to hear. It really was
/ quite appalling
"He's better now said Hobbs
more respectfully than was his wont
1t was evident that he had sustained
| quite a shock.
teWe1l, what do you. think. of it?'
demanded the prince, pointing to the
message.
"Of all the COMPOUNDED impu-
| donce''- began the count healthily
and then uttered a mighty groan OF
| impotence. It was clear that he could
not do justice to the occasion.
| Robin picked up the Marconigram
and calmly smoothed out the erin
kIes. Then he read it aloud, very
slowly and with extreme disgust il
| his fine young face. It was a lengthy
communication from Baron Romano
| the prime minister in Ede1weiss:
Preliminary agreement signed befor,
| hearing BIithers had bought London
| Paris, Berlin He cables his immediate