The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-01-17

gentleman in very rough clothing that
the gouverneur would in the morning
read the paper on the subject of max
ing long road past his property in
good condition by vote.
The hour Of ended my duties for the
day. Roberta, marquise Of Gree and
Bye, did SO long to go into that room Of
the Gouverneur Faulkner and receive
upon her hand one nice kiss of good
night from him, but Mr.. Robert Car
ruthers walked down from the capitol
and only paused to lift for little Sec
ond his very handsome hat toward tho
window Of his excellency's room high
up above.
And the encounter with the beauti-
full Madam Whttworth was much
worse than I had thought that it
would be. though also it was of a very
ornaments for the encounter in the
shape of very lovely tea apparel Of
an incredible thjnness to be used for
covering, little low fire in the golden
crate and curtains of rose to throw
somewhat Of glow over the situation.
Immediately I was seated beside her
on a small divan upon which there
was room for only one and half per-
sons, and my stupidity was called into
vigorous action.
II suppose you have spent the day
in translating q lot of those long and
tiresome French documents for the
general and the governor. Thank
goodness, that is no longer my task"
she remarked as she tipped the cog
nae bottle over my tea and handed the
cup to nae.
1T is of a great fatigue to work
upon a matter that one does not at all
understand" answered her as / sip
ped at that ten Of very disagreeable
taste because of the cognac.
Did they give you the two sets of
specifications to compare? she asked
Of me, with not much of interest ap.
parent in her manner. though her hand
shook as she poured for herself q very
small cup of tea, which was then filed
complete with cognac.
''Helas," I answered, with sigh.
"And it is impossible for me to add
more figures to each other than my
fingers will allow. I cannot even use
my toes"
''Then he didn't get them ready for
the conference this afternoon p she de-
manded, with a great illumination Of
joy in her face.
rOh, indeed, I handed them back
completed to his excellency in a short
space of time Is not one mule like
to another exactly? And why should
a paper make them different?" ques.
toned, with deceit of stupidity.
You are dear boy" laughed that
Madam Whitmore. ''Of course those
specifications agree, for 1 worked q
whole day over them. And I'm, glad
you didn't tire your eyes out with
them. You know, you are really a
very beautiful creature, and I think
I'll kiss you just once, purely for the
pleasure of it." And I therehpon re.
ceived a kiss upon my lips from the
curled flower which was the mouth
of that beautiful Madam Whitworth.
'Is it that the stupid Gouverneur
paper that sends the many strong
mules to carry food to the soldiers Of
France fighting in, the trenchesT' I
asked of her as made her comfortable
in the hollow Of my arm.
"If he doesn't sign them in a very
few days the deal is all or" she an
.swered me. "Jeff has got his capital
to put up from some northern men
who are-are restless and-and sus-
mediately." 49,
"Then it must be accomplished i'm
mediately," I answered her with ,deci-
sion.
1.-THE agent of the French govern
ment will be here on Tuesday, and all
Of these preliminary papers must be
signed before he can close the matter
up finally. I hope that the conference
over those specifications this afternoon
will be the last Are you sure you
discovered no flaw over which the old
general or the big stupid governor can
haggleT'
'sI discovered not flaw answer
ed her, with great positiveness. "Do
you say that it is Soon that those rep
resentatives Of my government come
to make a last signing of the papers
about the excellent mules to be sent
from the great state Of Harpeth to
France who is at a war Of death? I
had not heard of the nearness Of the
visit at the capitol"
"They don't know ft-that is, Gov
ernor Faulkner does, but has told only
nae. He sees things my way, but Of!
Of course he has to keep his councils
from his secretary of state for the time
being. And I'm telling you all about
it "Reminiscences it is for France we
plot and because this is the way to
say it." And with those wicked words,
which involved the honor Of the great
Gouverneur Faulkner, she pressed her
body close to mine and her lips upon
my mouth.
CHAPTER TX.
Brothers by eioodshsd.
~OR that caress of that wicked
woman I had not sufficient en-
durance, and pushed her from
me with roughness and sprang
to my feet.
ut is not true, Madam Whitworth,
that I was exclaiming when I