The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-09-28
Novelized by Thompson Buchanan From the
 Successful Play of the Same Name
By WINCHELL SMITH, FREDERIC
Thompson All

weaker man and pushed him back in his chair.
 Don't be a fool. Marsh" he explain ed. shaking his shoulder fiercely. "You know if we get this order from Wash tune for you. Don't you know thaty'
 The force ef the other stronger per sonality reacted on the weaker man.
 "Yes. sir; you say so" he said.
 Pinckney went on more earnestly. driving his points home with all the power of his strong will.
 'Think what it means. Marsh. It means the end of this slavery, day aft CT, day. atathe works. It means you'll have time to work on your inventions. It's your one chance of a lifetime~- your one chance. Marsh, to amount to something in this world and"-he end ed most persuasively- you don't need to have anything to do with this affair. I'll attend to it." The little man looked up with the gaze of a helpless child.
 "What-what do you intend to dor" he asked.
 Pinckney smiled, well satisfied.
 "Do?" he said. Nothing. l won't do anything.'' His look became shrew6- ly, terribly malevolenr as he ended, Smith will put that gun in the tenn pering bath before Sommers gets here.".
 | The little mans eyes grew wide with fearful understanding. Put it in at too high temperature and kill it!'' he gasped. Pinckney laughed cruelty.
 Smith has charge of that. If he Kills the gun we don't know anything about it." he said. The little man shivered. '.This is horrible!.' }e Pinckney's laugh was cold and men, acing. r
 Horrible he sneered- f'What did you invent your gun for but to mur- der men and disrupt nations? Now, nobody asked you to do anything, Marsh. Just you go out there and send Smith in to me. Attend to your work and don't notice anything that Smith does.''
 Marsh looked up weakly.
 "Yes, sir,'' he said. and, Pinckney SidppSQ Aiu od atHS OdSh WItA Eedi sheartiness.
 "Now,a remember. Marsh, 1t means your fortune and your future. Be quiet" <. W
 When Marsh had gone Pinckney stood thoughtful for moment
 What pity he's such a weak fool" he muttered to himself. Then another thought made him smile with more satisfaction. Perhaps it's just as we'll he is such a fool I couldn't have got away with him so easy otherwise"
 Smith came lurching in little fercer than before, but Pinckney on occasion knew how to manage even Smith in his fercest mood.
 'See here," he exclaimed sharply, "that gun must go into the bath before o'clock. No foolishness now! You're, fighting drunk, but don't want any thing out of you. Understand, you, get that gun in before o'clock if you're eyer going to do any more work around this place"
 Smith, drunk though he was, recog nized that now Pinckney was not the man to fool with.
 its going in in fifteen miputes," he said.
 Let no one interfere with you, you understand" ?" ordered the general man. ager.
 The drunken foreman leered at him.
 You saw what that fellow got that did interfere, didn't you? Well, they'll all get that if they fool with Smith,"
 Pinckney nodded acquiescence.
 You're responsible. Remember, if teen minutes, that's all." "I know my business,'' retorted the foreman. .I'll do the job." and he lurched for the door as fast as he could go.
 Pinckney looked after him, with a laugh. 6
 'Well. when that fresh navy duck ar- riyes he will find his gun in a thou sand gallons of oil. 1 guess fixed him all right"
 He was turning away when the street door opened. and Sommers, cool and collected as ever. lounged in.''
 Hello. MT. Pinckney."s 1sf
 He smiled at Pinckney's startled look. Guess Pm bit early. Didn't expect me so soon. did you? I'll just hang around here till my gun is taken