The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-06-30

Hungry" shuddered Mrs. Reward en. loath to come down to earth. 1T should be feasting on the sunset. What more could anyone want?'
 dubiously, "if you leave 1t to me, I'd rather just now. have tripe sand wich."
 Come Jack said Mrs. Hawarden coldly. T think we'll go in.'' "Oh. how could you? laughed De she followed. 'FWhy. her very boat radiates disgust. She'll never forgive you for spelling her rhapsody. A tripe sandwich! How could"
 Tt was the first thing that came into my head" he excused. 'An' this mountain airs put an edge on my aptite that I could shave with. A tripe sandwich would taste good. I'm sorry if T."
 If it had been anything less hide roast shoulder or tripe would have sounded better. Oh. tripe doesn't have shoulders, though, does it?''
 Tt may. for all I know" he return ed. But, say, Dey, have I made you mort fled? Honest, I didn't mean to-
 ''I ought to scold you," she answered. "But, for letting me see that look on poor Mrs. Hawarden's face, forgive you everything"
 Jack Hawarden, entering Conover's
  CT struggling into a dinner jacket.
 For heavens sake,'' urged the lad, take that thing off. Except at dances they're never worn here. There's a rumor that the boys ran a stranger into the lake, one summer. for coming to supper in evening dress"
 First thing that's struck me right since l came, grunted Caleb, eagerly beginning to shed the tabooed gar ments. ''Tl1 get into something com 'f'table in half a minute if you'd wait for me that long,"
 ''The Granite papers keep us posted on your doings,' said Jack seating himself on the bed. You've made the old State sit up this summer"
 tI'H have it standin' on it's hind legs an begging, before I'm done." chuck led Conover. I'm only just beginnin'. How you gettin' on with Dey?"
 How do you mean?" asked Jack. uneasily.
 Got her to take your view Of the marvin problem ?''
 '-No,'' said the boy. 'I haven't"
 ''Toc bad! Been here all summer with her. an had moonlight an all that sort of thing to your favor. I sh'd think if you was ever goin' to make her fall in love with you"
 'T know" interrupted Jack soberly. "I counted on all that. but
 Cant get her to see it your way ??
 Mot, yet. Sometimes Pm afraid I never shall. But I shan't give up. All my life I shall care for her and try to make myself worthy of her. wheth- CT she ever gets to caring or not"
 Good book-talk.' commented the Fighter. "but it has kind of square sound to it, too. Well. good luck to youi You can't say I haven't given you all the chances there was
 T appreciate it. sir, answered the boy. "And soon or late mean to win TT asked her once more since we came up here-It was about a month ago. But it seemed to make her un- happy. And I don't want to spoil her summer. So I am waiting. I'll wait for years if have to-. Some day she may learn to care" i.'These fellers around here,-these youngsters that's spendin' the summer at the hotel" queried Caleb. Isn't in t'rested in any of them. is She?"
 .I think not, sir She's nice to, all of them, just as she is to me. And there isn't another girl half so popu- lar. But I don't think she cares. I'm sure she doesn't"
 report gave him an indefinable sense of belief. He thought the matter over for a moment; then shook his head
 We're keepin' 'em waiting he said slapping his hair with the heavy military brushes on his table. "Come along"
 As he turned to leave, the canva1 curtains slowly parted and a gold-red collie stepped into the tent ne SidnCeu about him with the air of one quite a home and proceeded, with majestic friendIiness to walk across to where Conover stood.
 What's the measly dog doin' in here?" demanded Caleb, somewhat taken aback at the visit
 ''Whv it's Rex" answered Jack. as thought that statement explained ev- erything. "He- goes wherever he wants to. Desiree thinks the world of him..
 Caleb, modified, moved nearer to the dog and proceeded to pat the downy fur of his head.
 Rex, without the least appearance of rudeness, moved quietly away.
 That's like all dogs, grumbled Caleb. Animals just natch'lly hate me. I don't know why; unless maybe because I don't like 'em. Whats he got in his mouth?"
 CTc be Continued.l