The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-03-07
WHEN l AM RICH
By Roy Mason Copyright, G. w. Dillingham; Company, 19O9)
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 so that she couldn't possibly fall off Chester concentrated on these tales with the same fervor of attention that he would have put into trying to de . cipher the true inner meaning of a complicated railroad report. Some times he laughed, and more often he didn't, but Edith seemed to be satis fled either way, for there was no mis- taking the intensity of his interest
 It was while they were sitting on some bench together that they talk ed of their childhood. When ~cy briskly paced the alleys they would come down almost, but not quite, 70 the present, for the very near pros ent could not be mentioned. Chester realized that he could not. speak cf today or yesterday without speaking out his heart, and this he did not dare to do.
 "'I, came home one night" he said, nervous day. As swung off the car three or four rosy-cheeked, bright eyed little girls jumped in front of it. The big ever-watchful crossing policeman reached out and caught one of them by the arm and drew her to a place of safety. She looked up and smiled happily at him as she hurried away, and the huge man beamed back in reply. I glowed. with reflected good feeling. The 1it- tie girl was sweet, and fresh. and; pretty, and nice, and grateful, and the big policeman had done his duty. and had been amply rewarded. I smiled all the way home because of the general good fellowship and graciousness of it. In fact, derived almost as much benefit from the smile as the policeman, and quite undeserved1y."
 "'It was not undeservedly," was Edith's pronunciamento.
 t'why not?'' asked Chester.
 "Because,' said Edith, ''it would not affect you that way if you were not nice inside"
 Chester reached eagerly for her hand, but Edith thrust it into Ter huff.
 Ou huSLA 4OO really she whispered.
 Then he changed the subject again end told her of his school days in Paris, and she told him of her ex- periences there in a Pensionnat de Denloiselles, and what a grand for maI courtesy they all used to nlahe to the Archbishop when he came. fO ordl to his visits merely for the sake of cited when they discovered that they had actually been in Paris at the sa me time, for they were young in deed. and the juxtaposition of two human atoms, of such vital import ance to them as themselves, in the city a dozen years before seemed somdthing little less than a miracle.
 He told her how patriotic he and two other little American boys were, and how every morning when they passed the house of the American Consul on the Rue Galilee they all three instinctiveIy fell into step, up, and solemnly doffea their Tam O'Shanters, with military precision, to the flag which hung above the sidewalk.
 And she told him how she had girl told her that the United States 1 was not America but oply part of it, | and that she had no more right to call herself an American than a l dark-skinned school girl from Brazil. |
 Then they discussed their studies | together, and how much more | thorough the French teaching was than the teaching over here, and &C., tual1y thought that the things tEey | were saying were both wise and new. They agreed delightfully."- about every | thing, and even found themselves planning to go to places together. This brought them back somewhat | rudely to the present and filled them | both with consternation. They hur- ried back into the past again.
 There is a great deal to tell when every minute detail of two vivid young lives is of vital importance. gether in the park each morning passed like a. dream. It was a dream which was constantly renewed, how ever, by tacit consent. One day they nit upon the subject of Perry Lang nam. Chester had not even thought 1f him, much less tried to look him ID, since their first meeting in the park.
 'I am so glad you like him." Edith hi vi even if he did mix his metaphors about you.'
 ''when was that?" inquired Ches-