The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-10-04

LenCS 11n1ShSu. "L I1lfI1nS S1le gasped. And with Hubert, of all men! Nonsense. Why, wouldn'@' she broke off; giggled in embarrass- ment half real, half feigned, then con tinued apologetically.
 "Of course. you're joking, Roy, but 1t was mean of us. I forgot. for the moment, that Margaret's music was especially for Hubert. He'd wish to hear 1t because-oh, we all know why"
 Trachtman laughed a trifie rasp- ingly, but Penney gave him mo heed.
 The young man'e eyes were fixed upon the girl. and upon the color which was mounting to her cheek. If she had been charming before, he found her adorable now, in tnIs mo meth of maddenly confusion at men, ton of his name and his mission the first moment, be it said, in which either had appeared to move her be- yond the strict requirements of the role she had assumed. Others chan Penney, however, had marked the blush.
 "Oh, we all know why!" Mrs. Dun ton repeated meaningly and joyous1y. Her air was that of a general, wno, confronted by a difficult situation, l achieves a naasterly retreat. Trachtman's face darkened, and he spoke bruskly. "I'm reminded Of a duty. Aunt Emma, I've brought your new insurance policy" He drew folded document from a pocket. T regret to interrupt pleas ure by intrudtng business; but, being reminded, there's no time like the present. I'd like to see this slowed | away in the safe. If youM lena me the key-the paused. and turned to hoS eli how of her own. and there's only one Key. I insist upon her keeping it in her personal possession
 I'm sure it's an unnecessary pre- caution," Mrs Dunt observed, while she funlIbled in a mysterious recess of her gown. I'm sure, too, it's a great nuisance sometimes. Still. I suppose it's the business-like way, and I'm as ignorant of business as a child. Bur here it is, Roy. Be a. good boy, and attend to it for me-
 Trachtman took the key and open ed a closet door. revealing @ email, ld-fashioned safe, which he proceed ed to unlock with somewhat of a flourish. thrusting the policy into B pigeon-hole, and shooting the bolt with a click. Then. tremendously, he returned the key to it's owner.
 'tNow, my dear aunt,' he remarked,
 having disposed of practical mat ters, we can return to heart throbs. And, as you were saying -
 The girl had left the piano ana drawn a little apart from the others. Penney crossed to her.
 "Can you find some pretext to give us ten minutes alone?'' he asked. His voice was low but steady, and the tone was matter-of-faet "Ive ob- tained some light, but I suspect you can furnish me with more.'
 An instant she regarded him searchingly, doubtfully; but he with stood the scrutiny.
 Tt may be important-indeed,I be- lieve it will be- he urged.
 She turned to Mrs. Dunton. ''Hu- bert hasn't had the night view Of Templevale from the knoll. think I'll show it to him. if you'u excuse us."
 Do, by all meansl't Mrs. Dunton responded readily. '"Ten1tplevaIe Is very pretty, Hubert, by day or by night-the street lamps are very ef- fective"
 TTachtman's lip curled.
 "Ah. that's but part of the story!" said he. Believe me. MT. Penney, Templeva1e is idyllic. as I don't ques- ton you'll find it to the end.'