The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-28

 ! of the poor little stranded actors my l companions in misery, Ed Binney | who's very i'll, really. and oughtn't to l be acting-a good fellow if ever there | was one-and Miss de Lisle. the star Lesley's face changed slightly, and her lips opened, but she did not speak
 ''Who will perhaps some day marry a great friend of mine in New York
 'Oh! So you have q friend in New York;"
 sYes, one. He paints menus in the | Twelfth street restaurant where I was N waiter.''
 How you have changed"' exclaimed i Lesley. But perhaps it's only circum 1 stances
 "Perhaps." said Loveland.
 "If knew way in which you could | help your actor friends to escape from here and go wherever they want tc go, would you take it, 1 wonder?" asked | the girl.
 'I don't wonder; I'm sure,' Love 1lnd answered. thinking Of poor little i Lillie, Bills gal" and Ed Binney.
 Would you care to take position il 1 somebody's house as-as-wcH, a paid position with an advance on your sal ary by which you could send all youl ] IA1GIICS udpp1iS d"dy
 "Td do it like g shot-if any one would have me-" Loveland said quick l ly.
 4'Some one will have you-shall we l say as secretary? Do you know type 1 writing CT shorthand?''
 Loveland reluctantly answered tha1 he did not.
 Dear me: The secretaryship wont answer then. I'm afraid. Are you any 1 thing of q linguist?" l Can't speak word of any language but my own, except q hotchpotchs o1 1 French. The little Latin I ever had is practically gone You'll have to give me up as bad job and chuck me into Jail for the theft of Cremer's play. I've never had any proper elucation.''
 Haven't you? Pm not so sure about that" said Lesley, with an infection in her voice that Val couldn't quite understand. And I'm net sure you haven't learned your lesson rather well. You must be able to do some thing. Can you drive motorcar?''
 "Yes,'' said Loveland.
 Good! Do you understand the mechanism of cars? Would you take quite a temporary job as chauffeur in in private family, with a sal-oh, I might as well say wages-of $25 a week and your board and lodging be- sides?''
 eff I could get the first week in ad- vance I might send everybody to Chi cago with what we've got out Of the stolen play" Loyeland said.
 Never mind the stolen play In Sidney Cremer's name forgive you l all, now I know the circumstances. 1 No more to be said about that-'' | You must know him very well in deed to speak for him so positively D broke in Loveland gloomily.
 "'I do,'' said Lesley. You can have the first weeks wages in advance and the second too. The cars Gloria My last was a Gloria.'' ''You mean Lord Loveland's?" l ooh, yes; I mean Lord Loveland's. i Some men do make chauffeurs of their valets, and vice versa
 "Do you accept the situation I offer you?''
 "You offer?''
 "Well, for my friend Sidney Cremer. Sidney has just bought q new car and sent it to us. I'm allowed to use it for awhile as much as I like-'' 1 "Fm hanged if I'll be his servant!' Val exclaimed with something of his old vehemence. @-Oh, very well. MT. Gordon. | thought you were really in earnest or I wouldn't have made the suggestion 9 "So I am. but '"There's often but in such cases. isn't there? I admit it wouldn't be a particularly agreeable position for a l man who has--er''- Posed as peer" Loveland finished for her bitterly. t'You put the words into my mouth. was going to say you seemed so anX- ious to do something to help the others, and this is the only thing I can think quickly and''- Ed Binney's pale face and Lilies | wistful eyes seemed to float in the air before the unhappy Loyeland. ''Very well,'' he said; q will be MT. Gre mer's chauffeur. I've taken his play. 1 I'll take his money. I'll take his food. I'll live under his roof, and I'll serve | him as well as I can. And I'll only | ask you to believe one decent thing | of me, Miss Dearner-that it isn't for | my own sake.'' "It will be my food you eat" said | Lesley sweetiy, "and my roof which will give you shelter. It's quite set | tied then ?''
 'It's quite settled" he echoed, 'for a fortnight
 There were no dimpIes at play in l Lesley's cheeks, but one might almost have said that her eyes laughed. | TN ha eon