The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-01-17
under her lowered lashes.

under her lowered lashes.
II am the son of the house Of Car.
ruthers as well as of Gree and Bye,
beautiful madam, and cannot endure
that you put upon my very good uncle,
the General Carruthers, an unfriendli-
ness to France" l exclaimed with q
qutckness of my brain that had not
before discovered. ION points Of hon
or l have that sensitiveness that you
say to be-be of a woman"
"Oh, my darling boy! didn't mean
to hurt you about that absurd old
feud Of And as she spoke the beau
tiful Madam Patricia rose and came
upon me with outstretched arms for
another abhorred embrace, which il
was to my good fortune to have inter.
rupted. But had fear Of that sus.
picion I had seen flashed into her mind
even though lulled by my fine assump
ton Of the attitude of a man of honor.
Lovely and beautiful madam"
made beginning to say, when
ooh, yes, Mr.. Carruthers is here, for
have an appointment to call for him.
an interruption came in the voice Of
Ay DuE1 LII ICMOAStIdACC Will LILO
black maid of Madam Whitworth in
the hall of her house.
Come in, Buzz, DEAR" called that
beautiful Madam Whitworth as In one
small instant she changed both her 20.
sitiOn with arms on my shoulder AMI
her countenance of anger and anxiety.
She was very wise and beautiful, and
much experienced woman, was chat
Madam Whitworth, but she had given
to me, unlessoned as was in the art
Of politics, the fact that most want.
ed: that the two papers containing the
specifications concerning the mules had
been mistrsnslated, by her.
Put a shawl around you, Madam
Pat, and come out here to the street
a minute to see what is going to hap
pen to the Prince Of Carrutkers," said
my rescuer as he inserted his head
into the room for one little minute
and beckoned US to follow him.
And what did find out there upon
that street?
then experienced surprise that
gave to me a very great pleasure and
which made my heart to expand until
1t almost burst the restraint of that
towel Of the bath under the bag OF
my brown cheviOt coat. Before the
door Of the house of the beautiful
Madam Whitworth stood the gray rae
ing car Of my Buzz, and before it
stood a slim car Of similar make,
only it was Of the darkest amethyst
that seemed to be almost q black,
while behind it stood one Of equal If
not superior elegance of shape which
had the beautiful blackness Of jet.
That was not all. Across the street
stood also a car Of golden brown
and to the front Of it one Of the red
Of very dark cherry.
There you are" said my Buzz, with
a wave Of his hand. "Pick one. with
the compliments Of the general.
think the amethyst Is a jewel"
ooh, 1t is not possible to me to ac-
cept present of such delight from my
good uncle, the General Robert.
must go to him and say that I am not
worthy / exclaimed, with large fall
tering in my voice.
"All right. Just jump into the one
you like best and drive on down to the
Old Hickory club and say 1t to him.
Sorry that you can't come along, Mrs.
Pat, but that glad rag you've got on
is too great beauty with which to
appear In public. Better take it into
the house before you catch a cold in
this breeze
Eyes, must run in,'' answered
Madam Whitworth, with slight shiv-
ering in her gown Of great thinness.
''They are perfectly wonderful, boy,
and say choose the brown darling
Governor Bill picked the cherry
from the catalogue for us day before
yesterday, but think the amethyst
as he started toward his own car.
Jump into your choice and lead me
on down to hear you refuse it to old
forty 1.-TWO centimeter And, mind, 1
have arranged a little dinner for you,
tonight"
Then without further remark fol-
lowed him down the steps and got into
that car which was the color of the
heart Of the cherry, and I raced that
Mr. Bumblebee through the city Of
Hayesville in a manner which put to
flight large population thereof.
had not had my hands on the wheel
of racing car for the many months
since my father in his had left the
small Pierre and Nannette and me
weeping on the terrace Of the Cha
teau de Gree when he went to The BAT
tlefield of the Marine, and drove with
all OF that accumulated fury within
me. -
And this Is what my uncle, the Gen.
eral Robert, answered to me as 1 told
him of my unworthiness of his gift of
the most beautiful cherry car:
"That is just return for your con-
sideration for me In being born boy.
and 1 hope you'll break tho necks OF
about two dozen young females In this
town before the weeks out Begin on
that baggage, Susan, right away"
And as he spoke my uncle, the General
Robert, came down the steps Of the
great club of Old Hickory with tina
Gouverneur Falkner and stood beside
my Cherry with me.
Hes no better man than /. general
and I've been trying it all year." IA,
swered my BuzE, with one Of those de-
lectable grinnings upon his face.
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