The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-11-08

dust of the roadway, Miles Stetson wringing faint but genuine shrieks of l agony from his cornet in a room be- bind the opera house on the next street, periodically a shuttle of feet on the sidewalk below, less frequently the whine Of the swinging doors at Schwartz's place and above it all per haps the shrill but not unpleasant ac- cents of Angie TuthiIl as she pauses on the threshold downstairs and in- jects surprising information into the nothing reluctant ears of Name Gar rison:
 He's got six suits of clothes. three for summer and three for winter, and two others to wear to parties, one reg ular full dress suit and another with out any tails on the coat that he told Miss Carpenter was dinner coat, but Roland Barnette says he must I've meant tuxedo. because nobody wears that kind of clothes except at night, so how could it be dinner coat? And Miss Carpenter told ma he's got twelve striped shirts and eight white ones and dozens of silk socks and two dozen neckties and handker- chiefs till you can't count and"- Name punctuates this monologue with a regular and excusable My 1, landr' and the young voices fade away into the midsummer afternoon quiet. I am free to resume my inter- rupted flight of fancy, but refrain. The atmosphere is soporiferous, hardly conducive to editorial inspiration, and l find the commingled f1avors of red cedar. glue and rubber quite nourish- ing.
 Presently Dr. Mortimer. the minis ter, comes down the street in com pany with his deacon, Blinky Lock wood They are discussing some one in subdued tones. but I catch refer ences to worthy young man and the vacancy in the choir.
 Josie Lock wood rustles into hearing with Bessie Gabriel in tow Josie is rattling volubly. but with a hint of the confidential in her tone She in- sists that "of course I never let on, but every time we meet can just feel him looking and"---e------ -.F-~
 Bessie interposes. Why. Tracey Tan ner's just crazy for fear he'll take on with Angie
 I can see Josie's head toss at this. 'l bet he don't know what Angie Tut hill looks like. That's too absurd'-
 Absurd is Josie's newest word It's a very good word. too, but sometimes I fear she will wear it threadbare. It closes her remarks as the two girls dart into the postoff1ce, and there is peace for a time; then they emerge, giggling, and I hear Josie declare: "I'd get Roland Barnette to do it, but he's so jealous. He makes me tired"
 Bessie's response is inaudible.
 Well" Josie continues. I'm simply pot going, to send them out until meet him. Father said I could give it week from Saturday, but I won't unless''-
 Bessie interrupts again inaudibly
 "Of course l could do that. but if I just said Miss Carpenter and guests that nosey old Homer Littlejohn a think I meant him. too. and if only said guest it'd look too pointed. Don't you think so?:
 To my relief they pass from hearing. and I feel for my pipe for comfort. Anyway, l never did like Josie Lock wood Smoking. I meditate on the astonishing power of personality. Here is Mr. Nathaniel Duncan no more than a fortnight in our midst (the phrase is used callously as something sacred to country journalism), and, behold, not yet has the town ceased to discuss him. The control he has over the local mind and imagination is certainly wonder