The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-02-11

(Tc be Contiuued.l l "Hcw long are you going to keep these things in the warehouse?" he
 asked of broom.
 ''I'm not going to keep them there at
 all. They belong to MT. Bansemer.
 He'll take them out when he has the 1 time"
 He's getting all the time he wants now, I guess" commented Eddie.
 Say, talking about time, I'll be twen- ty-one next Tuesday"
 "Old enough to marry" "I don't know about that. I'm get ting pretty wise. Do you know. I've just found out how old Rosie Heating is. She's twenty-nine. Gee, it's funny how fellow always gets stuck on a girl older than himself! Still. she's all right. I'm not saying a word against her. She wouldn't be twenty-nine if she could help it.'' 'T suppose it's off between you, then"
 "I don't know about that either. We lunched at Recter's today. That don't l look like it's off, does 1t? Four sixty five, including the tip. She don't look twenty nine, does she?' 'T've never noticed her." "Neverl We'll, holy mackerel! You must be blind then. She says she's seen you in the elevator a thousand times. Never noticed her? Geev' sI mean i've never noticed any one who looked less than twenty-nine. By the way, do you ever see MT. Rigby :? I believe she is in his office" 'T don't go to Rigby's any more" said Eddie. with sudden stiffness. He's a cheap skate.' "T heard he threw you out of the of flee one day" with dry cackle.
 t'He did not! We couldn't agree in certain things regarding the Bansemer affair, that's all. told him to go to the devil. or words to that effect"
 Something loose about your testi- mony, I believe, wasn't there?'
 '@Oh, the whole thing doesn't amount to whoop. I'm trying to get Rosie another job. She oughtn't to write in there with that guy.''
 well, you're twenty-one. Why don't you open an office of your own? Your mothers got plenty of money. She can buy you library and a sign, and that is all young lawyer needs in Chica- go."
 Mother wants me to run for alder man in our ward next spring. I'll be able to vote at that election"
 You've got as much right in the council as some others, suppose"
 "Sure. Mother owns property. The west side ought to be as we'll represent ed as the north side. Property interests is what we need in the council. That's
 T don't care to hear a political speech, boy. Are you busy this after noon?"
 'No. wouldn't be here if was"
 'Then get up there and hand those books down to me. Nobody loafs in this office today.'
 Well, doggone, if that isn't the limit: All right. Don't get mad. I'll do it.' The young gentleman leisurely ascend ed to the top of the stepladder and fell into line under the lash.
 Young MT. Graydon Bansemer. will be here this afternoon" said broom. 'I want to get things cleaned up a bit beforehand"
 How does he feel about his father?"
 "He doesn't know about him, I'm afraid.''
 Gee! Well, it'll jar him bit, won't itY'
 The office door was opened suddenly, and tall young man strode into the room, only to stop aghast at the sight before him. Droom's lank figure swayed uncertainty and his eyes wavered.
 Whats all thisT cried Graydon, dropping his bag and coming toward the old man, his hand outstretched. Droom's clammy fingers rested life lessly in the warm clasp.
 How are you, Graydon? I'm-I'm very glad to see you. You are looking well. Oh, this? We've are moving said the old man. The helpers looked on with interest. Come into the back office. It isn't so torn up. I didn't expect you so soon. They said it was twenty-four hours late. Well well, how are you, my boyY'
 'Tm quite we'll again, Elias. Hard siege of it, tell you. Moving, eh? Whats that for?"
 'Never mind those books, Eddie. 1 Thank you for helping me. Come in some other time. You fellows-I mean you-pack the rest of these, and then l I'll tell you what to do next. Come in, l 
 Eddie Deever took his departure, ! deeply insulted because he had not 1 been introduced to the newcomer. , Graydon, somewhat bewildered. fol l lowed broom into his fathers consul 1 tation room. He looked around tn- quiringly.
 "Where is father? ! telegraphed to him.''
 An fncomcrehensible grin came into Droom's face. He twirled the um- brella in his fingers moment before replying. His glance at the closed door was no more significant than his lowered tones.
 ''1t didn't go very well with him, Graydon. He isn't here any more."
 What do you meanT
 sI mean the trial. There was trial, you see. Haven't you heard anything"
 '"Trial? He-he was arrested?' came numbly from the young mans lips.