The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-11-07

Really, 1t was 1nhuman. Did she realize how inhuman it was? One glance at Minot might have told her. But she was still looking away.
 'So want to thank you. MT. Minot. she went on. II shall always remem- Der your-kindness. I couldn't under. stand at first. but now-I wonder? You know, it's an old theory that as soon as one has ones own affair of the heart arranged one begins to plan for oth- ers?"
 Minot made 9 little whistlilrS sound through his clenched teeth. The girl stood up.
 Your thoughtfulness has made me very happy" she laughed. Ut shows that perhaps you care for Ine-just a little-too."A
 She was gone! Minot sat swearing softly to himself, banging the arm of his chair with his fist. He ragged at Thacker, Jephson, the solar system. Gradually his anger, cooled. Under meath the raillery in Cynthia Meyrick's tone he had thought he detected some thing of a serious note, ss though she were a little wistful, little hurt.
 Did she care? Bitter-sweet thought! In the midst of all this farce and melo- drama had she come to care just little?
 Just little! Bah!
 Minot rose and went out on the ave nue. ' Prince Nevin Boy Imno was Iaccus- toned to give lectures twice daily on the textures of his precious rugs at his shop in the Alameda courtyard. His afternoon lecture was just finished as MT. >-Minos stepped into the shop. A dozen awed housewives from the mid de west were hurrying away to write home on the hotel stationery that they had met prince. When the last one had gone out Minot stepped forward Prince, I've dropped in to warn you. A very angry woman will be here shortly to see you"
 The handsome young Persian shrug- ged his shoulders and took off the jacket of the native uniform with which he embellished his talks.
 "Why is she angry? All my rugs they are what say they are. In this town are many liars selling oriental rugs. Oriental!N Ugh! In New Jersey they were made. But not my rugs. See! Only in my native country, where was prince of the"-
 "Yes, yes. But this lady is not com ing about rugs. I refer to your ex- wife,
 "Ah! You are mistaken. I have never married.Y
 "Oh, yes, you have. know all about it. There's no need to lie. The whole story is out and the ladys game in San Marco is queered. She thinks you told. That's why she'll be here for a chat''
 But did not tell. Only this morn ing did see her first. I could not tell so soon. Who could tell-so soon?'' T know you didn't tell. But can you prove 1t to an agitated lady? Mo- You'd better close up for the evening"" ''Ah, yes-you are right. I am in nocent-but what does Gabrielle care for innocence? We are no longer mar ried-still I should not want to meet her now. will close. But frst-my friend-my benefactor-could interest you in this rug? See! Only in my na- tive country, where'-
 Prince" said Minot, "I couldn't use rug if you gave me one"
 ''That is exactly what I would do You are my friend. You serve me. give you this. Fifty dollars. That is giving it to you. Note the weave. Only in my
 Good night" interrupted Minot. "And take my advice. Hurryw
 Gloomy, discouraged, he turned back toward his own hotel. It was true. Gabrielle Roses husband at the time Of the letters was in San Marco. The emissary of Jephson was serving a cause that could not lose That after noon he had hoped. Was there any thing dishonorable in that? Jephson and Thacker could command his sery- ice, they could not command his heart. He had hoped-and now
 At corner negro gave him a hand bill. He read:
 WHO HAS KIDNAPPED
 THE REAL
 LORD /IARROWBY?
 AT THE OPERA HOUSE TONIGHT! MT. Henry Trimmer Will Appear In Place of His Unfortunate Friend, Lord Har-
 rowby, and Will Make a Few
 WARM AND SIZZLING
 REMARKS.
 NO ADVANCE IN PRICES.
 Mir. Minot tossed the bill into the street. Into his eyes came the ghost like semblancc of a smile. After all. the famous Narrowly wedding had not yet taken place.
 The nexy day the Gaiety girl left town. Her cheerful mood was e pfained vixen Lord Harcourt in great distress. told Minot that she had sold her love letters to the owner of the Mail who threatened to publish them If he wasn't paid $10C0O Minot hunt, ed up Jack Paddock and told him the whole story of his mission In San Marco Together they went to the