The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1917-01-16

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man was the Gouverneur Faulkner of
the state Of Harpeth, and in a moment
l discovered the identity Of the lady
with him.
"And now can't you see, you great
big stupid man, what an opportunity
1 have procured for all Of your was
the question that came in the soft
voice of the beautiful Madam Patricia
Whitworth. "All my life I have work.
ed just to get a little ease and COM
fort, carrying the burden of Jeff in
his incompetency strapped to my shout.
ders, and now you, who know how
I've suffered and shaved, are going to
take it all from me when it is just
within my reach, and all from no
earthly reason than fancied scruple
Of honor which that old doddering we-
man hater imposes ON you I cannot
believe that you would so treat me-"
And there were sobs in her words that
were wooing and compelling.
Il cannot do thing that my secre-
tary Of state and his lawyers declare
UNCONSTITUTIONAL, Patricia" answered
the voice Of the Gouverneur Faulkner,
in which were notes of pain. You
know how it pains me. My God! Don't
tempt me to- His voice shook as I
saw the beautiful, bare white arms of
Madam Whitworth raise themselves
and go about his neck like great white
graphing hooks from which he was
unable to defend himself.
Am to have nothing from life-no
ease or luxury and no-love or Her
voice ended in sobs as she pressed her
head down into his shoulder as his
arm folded about her to prevent that
she should fall.
"Patricia"- the deep voice Of the
strong man was beginning to say as 1
was starting to spring forward in his
defense and to dol do not know what
when firm grasp was laid upon my
shoulder, and / was turned away from
the window into the light of the wide
hall and, found my uncle the General
Robert looking down into my flashing
eyes with a great and very cool calm
ness. -
"Young man." he said as he gave to
me a very powerful shake, ''all women
are poison, but some are vitriol and
others just-oh, well, paregoric. Go
out there and take another dose of that
soothing sirup labeled Susan Tomlinl
son before take you home, and you
keep away = from-vttriol or I'll
break = your = hot-young-head. Wit
riol, mind your With which command
my uncle, the General Robert, strobe
down the hall in the direction of the
smoking room and left me blinking in
the lights of the wide hall.
Then in through the window came
the Gouverneur Faulkner and the beau
tiful Madam <Whitworth, and from his
white face, set in sternness, and hers,
with Its smile Of the opening rose upon
its red mouth, I could not tell whether
his honor had been slain or had been
spared for another round.
'T'll want you in my Office at the cap
itol at II tomorrow, Robert" he said
to me, and there was cold sternness
in his glance as they passed by me and
the old Cato into the ballroom.
l"At f." murmured the beautiful
Madam Whitworth as she swept past
me with a soft smile, but in tone Of
voice too low for any ears save my
own. =
CHAPTER Viii.
The Beautiful Madam Whitworth. Il
~ GOD morning, Robert" said
the Gouverneur Faulkner to
me as I came and stood op-
posite him at the edge Of his
wide desk the following morning. And
he smiled at me with a great gentle
ness that had also humor~ playing into
it from the corners of his eyes and
mouth; I'm afraid that you've landed
in the midst of q genuine case of
American hustle this morning after
Here are two lists Of specifications, one
in English weights and measurements
and the other in French. l want you
to compare them carefully, checking
them as you go and then rechecking
them. 1 want to be sure they are the
same. Also make a good literal trans
lation Of any notes that may be III
French and compare them with thl
notes in English. Do you think it can