The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-11-05

 pen so hard into the potato beside the ink well that he never could get the nib out and had to buy a new one. "You don't mean to say you're thinkin' of coming here to live?' he gasped.
 "Yes, I do," said the young man apologetically. 'I don't think you'll find me in the way. shall be very quiet and unobtrusive. Pm a student looking for quiet place in which to pursue my studies"
 Well" said Will, you've found 1t, all right. There ain't no quieter place in Pennsylvania than Radyille, MT. Dun can. hope you'll like it" he said. sar- castle.
 'I shall endeavor to-" said the young man. And now may go to my room, please? I should like to renovate my travel stained person to some extent before dinner"
 "You'n have time," said Will. "Din- ner's at noon tomorrow. guess you're thinkin' about supper. That's ready now. Here, Tracey. you carry this gentleman's things up to No. 43."
 l have never been able to under stand how we failed to hear of it at Miss Carpenters before z o'clock. That was the hour when, having hn- ished supper and my first evening pipe, I started down town to the Citizen of fice. intending to stop in at the Bige- low House on the way and confound Will with the list of the days happen ings. Main street was pretty well crowded for that hour, 1 remembered noticing. and most of the townsfolk were grouped together on the corners. underneath the lamps, discussing something rather excttedly. l paid no particular attention. realizing that be- tween Caesar, Pete Willing, Roland Burnette's suit and the checker game they had enough to talk about. So it wasn't until 1 walked into the Bigelow House office that I either heard or saw anything of the mysterious stranger.
 Will Bigelow was in his usual place behind the desk and looked. thought, raIher disgruntled. His reply to my 'sHowdy, WHIP sounded somewhat snappish. But he got out of his chair and moved round the end of the desk just as the young man came out of the dining room door. Then Will pulled up, and I realized that he was calling my attention to the stranger. VIII grabbed my arm without say. ing anything and pulled me into the bar.
 'HelloT I said as he went round behind and opened the cigar case What's up?'
 He took ont two boxes of the finest fve-centers in town and placed them before me. Them's up," he said You win. Have one."
 It staggered me to have him give in that way. hae been looking forward to long and diverting dispute. z guess you've heard everything wortl hearing about today's history" I said disappointed, as l selected the leas unpleasant. looking of the cigars. "No, l haven't" he said "I didn' have to hear anything. What earne, you that smoke took place right her in this office. Here," he said, strikini a match for me.
 AdAA bCIh tASA16 sto Pdt tAC 'SA6a away so that I might dispose of without hurting Wills feelings, but h had me, so recklessly poked tn thing into the automatic clipper ant then into my mouth What do vol mean?' asked, putting.
 "Come long outside" said Will. an, we went out on the porch just in tim to see Mir. Duncan going wearily up stairs to his room. "I mean" sait will, "him." And then he told me al about it.
 But things like that don't happel every day." he wound up defensively "I'l go you another cigar on tomor row."
 'tNo, you won't" said indignant. and furtively dropped the infamou thing over the railing.