The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-03-30

"Women worth loving are so fewP' she said slowly. Clean men are so few! How a woman could have loved you, Meriwether Lewis! How some woman ought to love you! Yes, go low," she concluded. "Yes, go!'
 '.Mrs. Aston will wait with you here for few moments" said Meriwether Lewis to the miller's wife quietly. He stood with his bridle rein across his arm. "See that she is very comforta- ble. She might have a secs9d cup of your good coffee"
 He swung into his saddle, refined his horse about, turned and bowed formal ly to his late vis-a-vis, who still re- mained seated at the table. Then he was off at such speed as left Arcturus no more cause to fret impatently: at his bridle rein.
 The young Virginian had well high so of sheltered roadway when he heard hoofbeats on ahead and slackened his own speed. He saw two horsemen ap- preaching, both we'll mounted, coming on at handsome gait.
 Of these one was a stout and elderly man of no special shape at all, who sat his horse with small grace, his forid mottled with good living and hard rid ing. He was clad in scrupulous riding costume and seemed, indeed, a person of, some importance. The badge of some order or society showed op his breast, and his entire air-intent as he was upon his present business of keep ing company with skilled horseman tention from others. A servant in the costume of an English groom rode at a short distance behind him.
 The second man was lighter, straight and trim of figure, with an erectness and exactness of carriage which mark ed him as soldier at some part of his life.
 He was clad with extreme neat ness, well booted also, and sat his mount with the nonchalance of the trained horseman. His own garb and face showed not the slightest proof that he had been riding hard.
 In fact, he seemed one whom no con- dition or circumstance could deprive of a cool immaculateness. He was man to be marked in any company, especial 1y so by the peculiar brilliance of his full dark eye, which had a piercing, searching glint of its own, an eye such as few men have owned and under whose spell man or woman might easi. ly melt to acquiescence with the own er's mind.
 He sat his horse with a certain haughtiness as well as carelessness. His chin seemed long and firm, and his lofty forehead-indeed, his whole air and arriage-discovered him the man of ambition that he really was. For this was no other than Aaron Burr, 1 vice president of the United States, whose name was soon to be on the lips of all. He had lately come to Wash l ington with the Jefferson administra- tion.
 This gentleman now refined up his horse as he caught sight of the young man approaching. His older compan- ion also halted. Burr raised his hat l in salute.
 "Ah, Captain Lewis!' he said in a voice of extraordinary sweetness, yet of power. You also have caught the secret of this climate, eh? You ride in the early morning. I do not won. der. You are Virginian and so know the heats of Washington. I fancy you recognize MT. Merry" he added, his glance turning from one rider to the other.
 The young Virginian bowed to both gentlemen.
 'T have persuaded his excellency the minister from Great Britain to ride { with us on one of our Washington mornings. He has been good enough to say-to say that he enjoys it"
 Burr turned a quick glance upon the heavier figure at his side, with hal1 smile of badinage on his own face Lewis bowed again, formally, and An thony Merry answered with equal DO liteness and ceremony.
 "Yes,' said the envoy, ito be sure, recall the young man. met him 1T