The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-03-07
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 sI did not examine your luggage. Miss Guile .'' said he stifdy. She hadn't left much for him to stand upon. Rather unique way to put one's in- 4tia1s on 8 trunk, isn't it ?''
 Tt possesses the virtue of original 3ty," she admitted. I've no doubt that is the amiab1e Miss Blithers were to hear of it she'd rush into print and belabor me with the largest type that money could buy.'
 ssOI4 come now, Miss Gui1e,'' he protested, Fit really isn't fair to Miss B1ithers. She was justified in follow ing an illustrious example. You for get that the Prince of Graustark was the first to rush into print with flat denial What else could the poor girl do?"
 sOhs am not defending the Prince of Granstark. He behaved abomi- nably, rushing into print. as you say. Extremely bad taste, I should call it. Still, would be willing to make small wager that the well advertised match comes off in spite of all the denials. Given determined father, an ambitious mother, purse filled daugh- ter and an empty pursed nobleman, and don't see how the inevitable can be avoided
 Robins face was flaming. It was with difficulty that he restrained the impulse to put her light in the mat ter without fIrther ado.
 By the way, what would you have done had you been placed in her po- sition?'
 ssI think should have acted quite as independently as she"
 If your father were to pick out a husband for yous whether or no, you would refaIse to obey the paternaI command?''
 Most assuredly. As a matter of fact, Mrs- Schmidt, my father has ex- pressed a wish that should marry a man who doesn't appeal to me at 'a1l-'' ssAnd you refuse?"
 @tsAhsoluteIy. Now, let us talk of something else. A bas Blitherss Down with the p1utocrats! Stamp out the vnIgarians. Is there anything else you can suggest ?,' she cried gayIy.
 Long live the Princess Maud!p said he, and doffed his hat. The satiricaI note. in his voice was not lost on her. She started perceptib1y and caught her breath. Then she sank back into the corner with a nervous, strained little laugh.
 You think she will marry hin?''
 sT think as you do about it, Miss Guile, said Robin, and she was si- fenced.
 They had 8 table in cool, shady corner of the broad porch overlooking the Place d'Armes and the Seine and its vociferous ferries. To the right runs the gleaming roadway that leads to the hills and gIades through which pomp and pride once strode with such fatal arrogance. Blue coated servitors attended them on their arrival and watched over them during their stay It was as if Miss Guile were the fairy princess who had but to wish and her slightest desire was gratifed. Her guest, real prince, marveled not a little at the complete sway she exer- ctsed over this somewhat autocratic army of menia1s. They bowed and scraped and fetched and carried The magic of Araby could have been no more potent than the spell this beau tiful girl cast over the house of Nam mon. She laid her finger upon purse of gold and wished, and, To, the won ders of the magic carpet were re- peated
 She had removed her veil, but he was not slow to perceive that she sat with her back to the long stretch of porch.
 Do you prefer this place to Armen- onvil1e or the PailIard at Pre- Catelan, Miss Cutler he inquired, quite cas- ually, but with a secret purpose.
 f'No, it is stupid here, as a rule, and common. Still every one goes to the other places in the afternoon, and particularly wanted to be as naughty as possible, so came here today
 Tt doesn't strike me as especially naughty" he remarked
 Are you going to take me up to the park?"
 'fYes. Into the Shadows''
 oh, that's good! Pm sure my im- aginatfon will work beautifully when it isn't subdued by all these blue devils. IQue voulez vous? The question was directed rather sharply to particularly deferentia1 ''blue devi1'' who stood at his elbow
 ''M. Schmidt?''
 tFYes. What's this? A letter. 'Pon my soul, how the deuce could any one"- He got no farther, for Miss Gui1e's action in pulling down her veil and the subsequent spasmodic glance over her shoulder betrayed such an agftated state of mind on her part that his own sensations were checked at the outset
 There must be some one here who knows you. MT. Schmidt" she said nervously. See what it says, please