The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-03-14

upon the stage.
 "oh,'' said Edith, she's really pretty
 and as her glance went past him her eyes met the hungriest eyes in the world. They were positively devour- ing her. There was no mute appeal in them, no lack of pride, but just sn intense, overwhelming desire to gaze and gaze it seemed through all eternity. Behind the eyes was the drawn, pale face of Chester Taylor. Edith started to Ter feet. whats the matter?' asked her father. ''Is it too close? Are you faint?"
 ''No. no,'' she whispered. ''Is 1t real? Is it true?''
 As she swept down the steep steps which led to the box, there was sudden clashing of the orchestra. Then everything changed as if by magic. Her surroundings became unreal Chester's face had disap- peared and above all the noise of the gongs and cysnbals there was an anxious shout of warning:
 Look out, Dream Lady! Take care. Water Lily! Run! Rum"
 Chester was jumping down the aisle toward the stage. The tre- mendous report of a heavy revolver half deafened Edith. She saw Ches- ter leap upon the stage. Another 1 explosion followed quickly as he cast his arms about the Chinese figure
  erm suddenly dropped to his side. He turned and beckoned them with 1 the left
 ''Twining! Langham," Chester shouted, ''this way! Quick!''
 The entrance door in the opposite corner was damned with a strug- gling. shrieking mass of Chinamen. Outside the thuds of the poIfcemen's s nightsticks could already be heard. The shooting had ceased.
 Twining and Perry took Edith be- tween them and raced down the aisle to where Chester was waiting. A door swung open. They were in the street.
 This alley leads to Mott Street, said Chester swiftly. "Here. Take that carriage at the end. must take the Dream Lady horne.''
 Almost before they knew it they were at the end of the alley, and Chester was closing the door of the carriage. His right shoulder worked 1 convulsively. Then he raised his hat , 1 with his left hand.
 .'Hip Sing and On Leon Tongs. ' said Chester. You have plenty of time now. They are busy out in front. Good God! What an expert ence for you: Driver, take them to the Uruguay
 The carriage rolled away in the darkness. Confused shouts could still Je heard emanafirg from the tortu- ous gloom of Doyers Street. Chester turned quietly to the little Chinese woman beside him.
 Come. Let's go home" he said
 1T guess that maybeso I'm shot, A wound in the feshy part of the shoulder is not a dangerous thing foI q man who is well and strong. It is otherwise for naIn who is not
 After seeing the Dream Lady home
 Chester went to g. dispensary, and i AAN"0 N0N~N~ -1->
 way back to the roof garden with
 difficulty. The Dream Lady led him
 through dark passageways until he
 finally emerged onto the roof through , her own apartments. He had beer unable to swing himself up by the
 rafter when she opened the scuttle in answer to his knocks. He sank
 wearily onto his hard board couch and tried to concentrate on the fu- ture. But all he could think of was the ghastly pl1antasmagoria of those
 five swift minutes in the theatre Then came heat, and fever, and pain : CT ester vaguely wondered how it was that the Dream Lady could give him so much of her time. She appeared
 tc be there always. He passively
 chewed the curious tasting sogg5
 pills which she broke for him out o1 their waxen coverings. The more the fever left him the more the wor-
 ry came. Edith had seen him a sec cnd time down in the gutter, vaga- hond dressed in rags. She had beer
 with Perry, his mortal enemy. Perry had convinced her and her father then that he was an outcast and z
 thief. It was all over. There wa. no hope in life. Perhaps he would
 be fortunate enough to die. Bu Chester was normal, and with the latter reflection he reached his limit
 He sat up suddenly, and shook hi. A lame arm menacingly at the paper
 oragon glaring from the foot of hi: bed.
 s'I must keep feeling cheerful in.
 side,'' he said. ''1 am going to -wir cut, and that is the only way to dt
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