The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-08-04

the open door Of the bookshcp, where he stood with the others quzSi4s observer of the Profos- scr-s enoocnter with his rival.
 "Ur. GotteswtlleEt" cried Rrinhmar vixen he the relics the Professor proudly dtrrl.yed. You hnAi tke1a in that Eit,-ucrnd? *y-sinros. sibIe."
 He examined the relics. lis ze.ne1t grew until he became apopl>c.ic tho water bcw1 \,
 "yy!" he cried, ".tis tcw1 Aztec! See -.c, Aztec photograph for vat2E. Ssir iE yec get hir1? Vatr? Nod n that n.flI-:.nund-i1r,o ,osshie.
 He stared at tse Professor with 1ea-face; suspi- coa. Tho Professor was siigAtly aoEDlasseds But triumphant. tBrinko.an sna&cred up tae carved Ucone: his eyes bulsed ke examined il.
 'Dn lie5er IInre1!" he saId weakly 'this is Zunt! How could you find a ceremonial stone ot the Zunis iu :rol.ois rnounts:'
 The tive a=:ttcuariaus glared each other frinkuao, ST., breathing hasa bent cve= the water bowl.
 Tt is Aztec:" Ae decjaxee.
 "It is lrocaois:" retorteI the f'rorexso-
 TEe-e Was raase Outside tho shop the P-ofes- eo-'s followers pressed forward with interested grins. Inside, Brink1naa, s., wrinkled his brow and pufTed out his lips the beautiful lines Of the water bowl.
 "I have seen ;. befcrel" he cried, suddenly, and hastene6 to the other end Of the shop, where lis precious collection reposed behind glass doors His practiced eye swept the shelves. A terrible Ger man exclamation burst from him. His Aztec bowl, his Zuni ceremonial stone, his Miami pipe, gone!
 It dreadful moment that follOWeQ. The Teutonic wrath of Brinkman, ST., filled the shop and seered the row of boys outside It shriveled the very Soul of Shrimpy and caused a sicl1ening sensation in the stomach pits of Licorice-legs and Reddy. They convinced that Shrimpy would drag them into 1t; he just the white-livered kind of fellow, they told themselves, that would do it, and they guessed at what would happen to them then-the Sheriff would get them, most likely.
 'vat want to know is who took my relics?"@ 1lri th,nder rndar he of he dismayed Professor, when he heard a small voice at his elbow, saying q took them, father ..1ss
 A mighty relief surged in the hearts of Lieorice- legs and RedGy. shrimpy had not told on them; he evidently not going to, for he stood looking up at his father in silence which was some way the silence of a boy who intends implicat- ing half the gang to spread his own guilt thinner Reddy and Licorice-legs, knowing what they knew, felt passionate thankfulness that they were not in Shrimpy's shoes. xSs
 What with bewiiderment and Indignation Brink man, ST., extremely terrifying, as he stared down at his and begged to know why, why hs should have done such thing. 4ssssaE
 ''I wanted to dig them up said Shrimpy-
 You wanted to dig-you wanted to-you--rneiu Iieber Gott! Did you bury them ia the Professors- nound?" had reached the depths of humiliation The st3pg Of the moment lay not much in fear of the; Leavy Teutonic hand in the painful way he could :cel that row staring eyes tehind him. r. seemed into his numiliated back, that concentTefeo gaze of the gang.
 His eyes travelled miserabiy from the floor 70 hir fathers face and for moment ne aas eistracted from his troubles. Brinkman. ST., was p2r' Dle with some emotion that threatened to strangfc him. spiuttered and gaspei ard thsn fell 1esss a chair, roaring w:tE laughter The Eigaty sound If it filled the shop; it ras2ed the 2e-ves ot She Professor until tine only cigEfed thing Jeff tor Kim to do was the presence of his nirth:n! rival lie stalkea out with looh of utter dts taste at both father and The row Of boys nelted away alter him. If they had fingered they would have seen Shrimpy's father with tears ct laughter r his eyes, looking at his with a new admiration
 'tHans mein Liebiins,' he said tmpressively, 1 will aa antiquary make out ot you yet!'' '
 But since he was German father, ke ruais1cd Iii. soa duHful!y That naiterea little to SEriropy. however. The chastisemeaL was q sne:u]arIy Hgsao one What remained with him an utter, dis- nal sense of failure he had matched gorgecns scheme and it had failed. in the very preseEce od the gang.
 From his bedroom window later shrinapy 1ookeG out CT the scented autumn twilight Half sn hour before the gang lad been iE the Square playing nom-pon-p pull: away. Their voices had conc up io him. and tho sound of tLr.y Hrights Jew s7nalr-' They had all gone, Maybe they were sitting o. the steps of the post office, talntuS; CT per- :.arrs tb"y lad down to tE9 shen'y to bSsld q fire and roast apples. He sEEt ots mouth and vnLed his blue eyes harG behind Als tial- glassee- There ve::- i;Ifl: 70 live Ter. ail:c a;:. Scr cIaa<ey! What that?
 srne cae lad thrown 4 handful of nebE.e agains. w;::1ow. He ia.icd on< iieorices I:ss a,iI Red1y s'cc6 underneath, grinnina iL T friendly fashion.
 Iii ShrirnIy! cone ort!' they whispered Were goin 10 a ccrn-ro:st Gown hT the raill Ycu along an ielp coop tho ccrn,= viii you Shrimpy?''
 There was new note their voices. They srcAe as to :.n equal. Shrimpy threw one Is eyer the window sill preparatory to descending by va, O. the trell:s.
 "i ounno but Fl jaet suon,' he said.
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