The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-01-27

stood vase of very fresh and innc cent young roses.
 "I would that could remain and ful. fill the destiny of woman of your house, Madam Grandmamma,' I whis. pered to her lovely and smiling DOT. trait on the wall opposite. "I am the last of the ladies Carruthers, but have a forfeit of that destiny, and must go out in the night again in mans attire to death that will tear asunder the tender flesh that you have borne. Goodby!'
 Then I made a commencement of q very rapid packing-in one of those bags which I had purchased from the kind gentleman in the city of New York-of what raiment l knew would be suitable for A man in very hurried travelling. I put into it the two suits of clothing for wear in the daytime. but discarded all of my clothing for the pursuits of pleasure.
 'FYou must make great hurry, Thief Roberta, for \it draws near midnight, and that is the hour that the train de- pdItS to tAc uOAlA, SAulloAcO My weeping self. ''At that hour you go forth into the world alone"
 And then what ensued?
 Very suddenly I heard the noise of car being drawn to the curb in front of the house and the rapid steps of a mans progress along the pavings of brick to the front door, at which he made loud ringing. In not a mo. ment was the good Bonbon at my door with knocking.
 ""The governor is here to see you, MT. Robert" he informed me.
 "What shall you do, Roberta, mar quise of Greg and Bye?" I asked of myself. How is 1t that you can be able to support the cold reproaches he will give to you while requiring that you stay to bring dishonor to your uncle, the General Robert? You are caught in a trap as is an animal"
 And then, as I covered there in my agony, very suddenly that terrible dare. devil rose within me and gave to me very strange counsel. As 1t was speaking to me my gaze was fixed upon the robe of state of the beautiful grandmamma.
 "Very well, then, that great Gouver- neur Faulkner can give his chastise- ment and lay his commands upon the beautiful and wicked Roberta, mar Quise of Greg and Bye, in proper per- son and not have the privilege of again addressing his faithful and de- voted comrade Robert, who is dead. I, the Marquise Roberta of Greg and Bye, will accord to him an interview, and, in the language of this United States, it will be some interview!' With which resolve turned to make an answer to the faithful Bonbon at the door,
 Where awaits his excellency the Gouverneur FaulknerT | questioned to him.
 's.In the hall at the bottom of the steps," he made reply to me.
 Attend him into the large drawing room for waiting and make all of the lights to burn. Say to him that I will descend in a very small space of t1me," commanded.
 "Yes, sir" he made reply and de parted.
 And then in my wickedness began to commit dissertation on the mem ory of my beautiful and honored Grandmamma Carruthers. I walked to that glass case in which reposed that gown of the beautiful lowered silk and took 1t therefrom and laid it upon chair above the soiled riding brooches of corduroy I had so lately discarded. opened the carved wood en box on the table underneath and took from it the silver slippers and the stockings of silk, also the lace fan and the silver band for the hair. There upon walked to my mirror and con- nenced to make toilet of great care. but of a great rapidity.
 My first action was to take down that lovelock and with the oil of roses to lay it in it's accustomed place upon my cheek, which burned with beautiful rose of shame and at the same mo- ment with some other emotion that did not understand, which emotion also made my eyes as bright as the night stars out in that Camp Heaven. The silver band held closely the rest of my mop and gave it the appearance of the very close coiffure which is the fash ion of this day, and one very sweet young rose I put into it just above the curl with an effect of great and wicked beauty.
 The coiffure having been accomplish ed, the rest of the toilet, from the slip pers of the cloth of silver to the edge of fine old lace, now the color of rich cream, that rested upon my white arms and shoulders, was only a mat ter of few moments, and then stood away from my mirror and beheld my self therein.
 "You are as beautiful as you are wicked, Roberta, marquise of Greg and Bye, but you go to your death in a manner beitting grande dame of your ancient house of France, whose daughters once showed the rabble how ito approach guillotine ccstumed ill magnifcence. Descend for that cold knife to. your heart.. And, so speak ing, picked up my fan and made my way through the hall to the halfway of the wide steps. At that point a con-