The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1917-01-23


an assent of delight, and for that two
days journey down into the grazing
lands of the Harpeth valley he had
great eagernesS until told that it was
to be undertaken upon the morrow.
us it not that we will be occupied
on the morning of tomorrow with the
signing Of those papers Of Importance,
your excellency?" he asked, with a
grave annoyance which was under a
fine control.
1.-THE secretary Of state, General Car
ruthers, and I think it will be best
that you see the grazing lands of Har-
peth and some of the mules being put
into condition before the signing of
the contracts" was what was "hand-
ed out to him." as my Buzz would
have expressed it, by my Gouverneur
Faulkner with great courtesy and
k1ndllness as he helped himself to
some excellent chicken prepared in a
fry. I could see a great start of
alarm come into the eyes of that small
Lieutenant the Count de Bourbon at
those calm words, but he gave not
sign Of it. In my heart was a great
hope that something had been dis.
covered for the protection of my sol.
diers Of France, and I also took to
myself a portion of that excellent
chicken and did make the attempt to
consume it as l beheld all of those
great gentlemen performing. I be-
lieve that under excitement men pos.
petite than do women.
IN. lie Gouverneur, it is not neces.
sary that I behold those lands and
those mules. The signature of the
great gouverneur Of the state of Har.
peth will make a mule to grow from
desert in the eyes of the French gov
ernment," he said, with a smile of
\great charm spreading over his very
small countenance.
But just at this moment, when a
reply would have been Of an awkward.
ness to make, the music, which is
made by most delightful band of
black men for all eating in that club
OF Old Hickory, began to play the
great Narseillaise, and with one mo-
ton all Of the gentlemen in that din.
ing room rose to their feet IN respect
to the distinguished guest Of that Old
Hickory club. Also many friendly
glances were cast upon me, which I
returned with a smile Of great graft.
tude.
eyes, the pen is mightier than tho
mule stick in his eyes, the scoundre1,"
remarked my uncle, the General Rob.
ert, as drove to the capitol with him
in his car, while the Gouverneur Faux
ner took his guest with him in his.
"Is any proof been found that he
shall not do this robbery to France,
my Uncle Robert?" asked with great
eagerness. X
TRAP is about ready to spring, but
not quite. Gad,wbut jeff Whitworth is
skilled thief! I know what he Is up
to, but 1 can't quite get it on the sur
face. Keep the French robber busy,
boy, for little longer, and I'll land
him. Here we are at the Office! Now
you get busy keeping them busy-and
I'll land 'em. If not I'll go and show
France what real fighting is, and I'll
take you with me into the worst
trench they've got. Battles, indeed.
they ought to have been at Chicka-
manga. Now depart!' With which
words my uncle, the General Robert,
got out of the car and left me to direct
it to wherever chose.
It has been my good fortune to be
one of the guests at many very brill
liant receptions of much state In some
Of the very grand and ancient palaces
Of the different countries Of Europe,
but at none Of them have I seen q
greater brilliancy than at the one given
in his mansion by the Gouverneur
Faulkner Of the state Of Harpeth in
America. Also had never beheld wom-
en- of more loneliness than those Of the
state of Harpeth, who had come from
many small cities near to Hayesville at
an invitation of very careful selection
for their beauty by my Buzz.
And most beautiful of all those beau
tiful grande danes was that Madam
Patricia Whitworth, who with her hus-
band stood at the side Of his excel
lency the great Gouverneur Faulkner
for the receiving Of his guests. Her
Of crystals were in a cleaning, and
the costume that she wore was but a
few wisps of gossamer used for the re-
vealing Of her radiant body. In my
black and stiff attire Of the raven l
stood near to the other hand of the
Gouverneur Faulkner, and there was
such an anger for her in my heart that
it was difficult that made return of
the smile she cast upon me at every
few minutes. Was there mockery in
that smile, that she had discovered my
woman's estate and was using her
own beauty for challenge to me? 1
could not tell nor could judge exactly
what the smile Of boldness which the
Lieutenant Count de Bourbon cast
upon me might mean. And in doubt
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