The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-01-29

"T only know your financial valor.
 said Elias dryly.
 That's an you're expected to know
 sir"
 ] "Then we won't quarrel about it.
 said the other. with his sweetest grin l "Umphi Well. pleagantries aside. V
 must look ourselves over carefully b,
 fore we see our New York friend. F l must not find us with uncIean liner 1 Elias. r'm worried. I'll confess, but I'r
 not afraid. Is there anything that W
 have bungiedr'
 "I have always been afraid of tn chorus girl business. don't lik
 chorus girls" Bansemer at anothe
 time would have smiled.
 It was past midnight when the tw;
 left the stall and started in separat ways for their north side homes. Tn master felt more secure than when h
 left the horne of David Cable eariie
 in the night. Elias broom said a
 parting:
 T don't like your attitude towar.
 Mrs. c. It's not very manly to makt
 war on a woman"
 My good ENas." said Bansemer
 complacently surveying himself in tn /, small mirror across the stall. "an mer
 make war on women one way or an
 other"
 He did not see Drcom's ugly scow
 as he preceded that worthy througl
 the doorway.
 1 The next morning Bansemer walked
 down the Drive. It was bright. crisl
 day. and the snow had been swep l from the sidewalks. He felt that
 visit from Harbert during the day wa not unlikely. and he wanted to b' l fresh and clear headed. Halfwa, down he met Jane Cable coming iron the home of friend. He never hat
 seen her looking so beautiful. so full 1 of the joy of Iiv1ng.l Her friendly 1 sparkling smile sent momentar. | pans of shame into his calloused heart l cation of his decision to do nothing il
 the end that might mar his sons hap l piness.
 She was walking to town and as
 sured him that she rejoiced in his dis l tinguished company. They discussed
 the play and the supper party. Now that I'm engaged to Graydor
 I'm positively beginning to grow sick of people," Miss Cable dec'arei-and a:
 they all declare at that age and stage
 Well. you'll soon recover" he smiled
 Marriage is the convaiescence of lovs 1 affair. you know" ~ "Oh. but most of the men one meet.
 are so hopelessly siily-tiresome," sh, went on. 'lt's strange too. Nearl, all of them have gone to coilege-Yals or Harvard"
 My dear Jane. they are the unfortu nate sons of the rich. You can't blam.
 them. All Yale and Harvard men are not tiresorne. You should not forge that a large sprinkling of the young
 men you meet at the pink teas were
 sent to Yale or Harvard for the sole
 purpose of becoming Yale and Harvard
 men; nothing more. Their mothers never expected them to be anything else. The poor man sends his son tt be educated: the rich man usually doet 1t to get the boy away from home. SC that he won't have to look at him all
 the time. I'm happy to say that was quite poor when Graydon got his. diplo ma."
 "Oh. Graydon isn't at all like the others. He is a manv' cried Jane, heI eyes dancing.
 "I don't mean to say that all rich mems sons are failures. Some of them are really worth while. Give credit unlimited to the rich mans son who goes to college and succeeds in life in forget that Graydon's chief ambition at one time was to hunt Indians" "He couldn't have got that from his mother" said she accusingly. Banse mer looked at her sharply. He had half expected on meeting her to ob- serve the first sign that the Cable fam fly had discussed him we'll. but not favorably. Her very brightness con vinced him that she at least had not
 been taken into the consultation. "I am afraid 1t came from his horrid
 father. But Graydon is a good boy
 He couldn't long follow the impulses of his father. l dare say he could be 8 sinner if he tried. too. l hate an i'm beetle. An imbecile. to my mind. is the fellow without the capacity to err in. tentionally. God takes care of the fellow who errs constantly. Give me the fellow who is bright enough to do the bad things which might admit him to purgatory in good standing
 and I'll trust him to do the good things that will let him into heaven. I often wonder where these chaps so after they die-I mean the Yale and Harvard chaps who bore you. 1t takes clever chap to have any standing at all in purgatory. Where do they go. Jane? You are wise for your yearz and sex. There surely must be Q place for the plain asses"
 "Oh." said shA .'l suppose they have a separate heaven, just as the dogs have"
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