The Connecticut labor press. (New Haven, Conn.) 191?-1921, 1920-05-08
CHAPTER Il-Continued.

This struck me as the pleasantest
thing imaginable, though I was still
dazed and my tongue seemed to have
died in my mouth. This girl, this
wholly charming and delightful
young woman, was the monstrous be-
ing I had conjectured as the globe
trotting widow who had kidnapped and
married my uncle! Not only had she
married my uncle Bash and in due
course buried him; she had been
widow when she married him. The
thing was staggering, bewildering.
She was clearly anxious to be friendly,
bat nothing that I had thought Of
saying to her fitted the situation.
I'm the first place." finally began,
81 must apologize most humbly for
tile earnest. efforts of the servants to
murder you last night. Mr.. Terrence
had promised to let me know when
you would reach here, but he must
have forgotten it. / had motored to
a friends house to dine and didn't get
back until the mischief was done.
IN very sorry
"Not for the world would l have
missed that" she exclaimed with a
merry laugh. ut was perfectly
delicious! And it was al, my fault
L meant to remain a day at Hartford,
you know, and send a message to Mr..
Terrence from there, but l found that
by pushing on / could reach here
yesterday. And you know we English
always expect strange things to happen
in America. 1 don't understand yet
why those people at the gates were
so jolly anxious to kill us; but it
doesn't matter; you would spoil the
joke by explaining it,
However, l did my best-it was a
weak attempt-to explain the nervous
ness of the veteran servants and their
display of violence. Her arrival made
it likely that we should soon know
more about the parties" whose visits
and inquiries had so alarmed Antoine
and his comrades. 1 told her with
all the humor I could throw into the
recital of the drilling of the bell-hops
and of the uncomfortable relations
between the Allied forces and the
Teutonic minority on the estate.
''It was dear Of Mr.. Bashford to
provide a home for these people;
wasn't he -eally the kindest soul that
ever lived?" she said softly.
She gazed wistfully seward, and I
saw the CLEAN Of tears on her long
lashes. My uncle had, then, meant
something to her! No one, in speech
or manner, could have suggested the
adventures less; uncle Bash was
gentleman, man of esthetic tastes,
and the girl was adorable. More re-
markable things had happened in the
history of love and marriage than
that two such persons, meeting In a
far corner of the world, would honestly
cGre for each other.
"You stopped at Hartford" began,
breaking a long silence. "You have
friends there"
mot one! l had made pious
pilgrimage to Mark Twain's last home
at Redding, and hearing that he had
lived at Hartford, came through
there to render my fullest homage.
He has always been one Of my heroes,
you know"
"Our introduction is complete" I
@aid reverently. Let's consider our
ELVES old friends"
81 rather thought we understand
zach other she said in her even,
mellow tones. "You know, we had
your photograph out East-a very
good one, it seems-so l had an idea
of what you looked like.
"He was very fond of you. He
vas very proud that you had gone
'nto the war;"
'I am glad to hear that; l thought
he disapproved of me for refusing to
30 into business. He offered ME q
substantial interest before he sold
-tst'
kn~~- ehe*s Ftsst I think he liked