The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1917-01-15

came into my eyes as he rose from be
side me at the head Of the table and
said:
Ladies and gentlemen, ask you to
drink to the homecoming Of Robert
Carruthers, my friend, your friend and
everybody his friends /.
"And now what have you to say to
me, boy, the oldest friend you've got
in America who hasn't seen you for
days that have been too long?' said
that Madam Whitworth, who was seat.
ed at my side, and as she spoke she
turned one lovely bare shoulder in the
direction Of my uncle, the General Rob.
ert, and the beautiful Mile Sue and
also Buzz, as If to shut them away
from her and me in little space OF
world just for two people.
II can say with truth, madam, that
your loneliness tonight is but the flow.
ering Of my suspicious of it that morn.
ing upon the railroad train," answer.
ed her in words that were a very nice
translation Of what that fine young
Cossack had once said to me at the
Chateau de Gree Of my own Towering
into rose chiffon after an afternoons
hunting with him in corduroys And
In truth spoke no falsehood to that
Madam Whitworth, for she was of
very great beauty Of body, very much
OF which was in view from a scanti.
ness Of bodice that had never seen
excelled in any ballroom in France.
Il knew you for poet from that
adorable black mop which 1 see YOU
have very nicely plastered in an exact
imitation of Buzz Clendennings red
one," she answered me, with laugh
Follow me from the ballroom Just
after; supper at midnight for half
hours chat alone In place 1 know,
and don't let either the general or tho
governor see YOU" she then said in an
undertone as the Gouverneur Faulkner
bent forward and began a laughing
conversation with her.
II WILL" I answered her under my
breath, and leaned back in my chair
so that the Gouverneur Faulkner could
more conveniently converse with her
And to that end he placed his arm
across the back OF my chair, and thus
I sat in his embrace with my shoulder
pressed into his.
Eat midnight" I whispered, while
bent for a second to kiss the hand of
the beautiful Madam Whitworth as
she left the room. AS raised my head
from the salutat1on / encountered the
eyes of, the Gouverneur Faulkner,
which looked into mine with an expires.
sion Of calm question. And for a mo-
ment I let the woman rise superior to
the raven attire, and looked badk into
those eyes, In which saw the. mys-
terry Of the dawn star, as would have
gazed Roberta, marquise of Gree and
Bye, had she been attired in the white
tulle and lace abandoned In that New
York. Then beat her back down into
my heart and gave him the smile Of
fealty that was his due from Robert
Carruthers, his friend. ~
The hours that followed my entry
the exalted Gouverneur Faulkner were
like minutes of time that dropped from
a golden clock of JOY. I danced on
feet that were strong wings to glide
over floor that was many colored
cloud from the reflection of the soft
lights and the silken skirts which ruf.
fed over it. And, what was most en-
joyable to me in this case, I glided in
whatever direction pleased me and
took with me the armful Of cloud,
which was the girl with whom I was
dancing, on long swoops OF my own
will instead Of being led In my flights
by another, as had always before been
the case with mytdancing. 1t was the
most Of Joy that had ever expert,
enced, and as SO enjoyed that free.
dom / did not know how 1t was that
should have such a feeling of dissat.
isfaction4when beheld that beautiful
Madam Whitworth dancing within the
arms OF the Gouverneuk Williamson
Faulkner. I blushed that should be
50 unworthy, with such an unreason-
able fury In my heart, and looked
away so that seemed not to see the
smile that he sent to me over the head
of the very sweet Belle girl In blue
ruffles and silver slippers l was guild.
ing past him in the trot of fox.
1t is with burning of countenance
that arises from hot shame, which I
do not even to this moment exactly
understand, that / recall to my mind
that half hour which Mr.. Robert Car
ruthers Of Gree and Bye spenti with
the beautiful Madam Patricia Whit.
worth in one of the deep windows that
looked from the private study of hill
excellency Of the state Of Harpeth
over into the great hills that surround
the city. Things happened in this
wise: That Madam Whitworth, made
the commencement of our duel Of -
telligences by assuming that 1 was I
simple French infant before whom she
could dangle the very sweet bonbon OF
affection. and take away from 1t q
treasure that it held in the hollow OF
its hand as a sacred trust; that Mad
am Whitworth did not realize that In.
stead Of very small young boy from
gay Paris, whose eyes were closed like
those Of q very young cat, she was
dealing with the very wicked girl who
placed the word devil" behind the
word "dare."
was that girl.
II suppose it is absurd for staid
old matron like myself to be jealous,
really Jealous, at seeing child like