The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-01-22

he could let off an endless amount of inventive energy that no one knew he possessed.
 When he left Graydon Bansemer or the sidewalk in front of the office building he swung off with his long strides toward the Wells street bridge. His brain had laid aside everything that had occupied its attention during office hours and had given itself over to the project that hastened his steps homeward. His supper that night was a small one and hurriedly eaten in or der that he might get to work on his new device. broom grinned and cackled to himself all alone up there in the lamplight, for he was perfecting an invention" by which the honest citizen could successfully put to -rout the "noldup'' man that has made Chi cago famous.
 Elias Droom's inventive genius un- failingly led him toward devices that could in1ict pain and discontinue. His plan to get the better of the wretched, hard working holdup man was unique. if not entirely practical. He was con- structing the models for two little bulbs, made of rubber and lined with a material that would resist the effects of an acid, no matter how powerful On one end of each bulb, which was capable of holding at least an ounce of liquid, there was a thin syringe at. tachment, also proof against acids. These little bulbs were made so that they could be held in the palm of the hand. By squeezing them suddenly a liquid could be shot from the tube with considerable force.
 The bulbs were to contain vitrioI.
 When the holdup man gave the con- mand to hold up your hands, the victim had only to squeeze the bulb as the hands went up, and if accurately aimed the miscreant would get the stream of the deadly vitriolic fluid in his eyes and-here endeth the first les. son. Experience alone could do the rest
 Young Bansemer hurried to their apartments on the north side. He found his father dressed and ready to go out to dinner.
 "Well, how was everything today?" asked James Bansemer from his easy chair in the library. Graydon threw his hat and gloves on the table.
 Terribly dull market, governor" he said. 'Its been that way for a week. How are you feeling?
 Fit to dine with a queen," answered the older man, with smile. How fo xvS,
 That depends on who is giving the dinner"
 Some people you like. I found the note here when came in little after 5. We have an hour in which to get over there. Can you be ready?"
 ''Do you go security for the affair."" asked Graydon.
 Certainly. You have en>there, my boy, and I've not heard you complain"
 You mean over at''-
 "Yes; that's where mean," said the other, breaking in quietly.
 'I think I can be ready in ten min utes, father"
 While he was dressing his father sat alone and stared refectively at the small blue gas blaze in the gate A dark, grim smile unconsciously came over his face, the inspiration of a tri- umphant joy. Twice he read the dainty note that met him on his return from the office.
 What changes time can make in woman," he unused, "and what changes a woman can make in time! For near ly year I've waited for this note. knew it would come; it was bound to come. Graydon has had everything up to this time, while I have waited pa tiently in the background. Now 1t is my turn"
 'All right, father" called Graydon from the hall. ''The cab is at the door,"
 Together they went down the steps, arm in arm, strong figures.
 ''To Mr. David Cable's,' ordered | Bansemer, the father. complacently as he stepped into the carriage after his 1 son.