The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-03-01
(Continued.)

ruptly, where has MT. Taylor gone ?''
 gro Warsaw, Texas,'' replied the latter.
 "'What!"
 "Yes. I sent him. Why not?"
 Perry opened his lips to speak, but every fine fiber in his little gentle mans body rebelled. True to the very core himself, he instinctiveIy felt, in Fthe face of all reason, that there mast be some explanation of Chester's strange attitude.
 When does he go?" he asked at length.
 "On the Twentieth Century at three o'clock this afternoon. But why that exclamation ?''
 Disappointment. It is important that should see him before he leaves" said Perry. "Just some pri- vate business. How are my affairs progressing?"
 Part of the shares are bought" said Goldsmith, land I'm waiting a day or two for a drop in the indus trials. I'll send for a statement of your account
 In the meanwhile Chester was in a wild furry of excitement. When he looked at the check that Gold smith had thrust into his hand he found that it was for twenty-five thousand dollars To be sure it was payable to the Warsaw Electric Rail- way Company, but it felt to Chester like stick of dynamite. It was rIxZ nd things to do. There was an impat1- ent wait at the bank while the teller te1ephoned Goldsmith for confrma- ton before certifying the check, and then Chester jumped into cab, and drove to a trunk store on lower Broadway.
 How much is thattrunk ?'' he ask ed of the salesman, indicating the first one on the counter.
 ''Eighteen dollars replied the dealer.
 Chester thrust the money into his hands, shouldered the trunk, and placed it on the cab.
 'tMy God!" gasped the dealer. T wish that all customers would act like that. I wonder if those bills are good.''
 Chester was half way up to the Stockton before the trunk man had finished examining the bills by the light of his show window.
 A period of lightning packing of his newly acquired clothes, of settling his bill, and persuading the laggard porter to convey his trunk down stairs, and Chester was about to rush out of the front door.
 ''On the phone, MT. Taylor" call ed the house clerk elliptically. ''Youve been called half a dozen times.''
 Chester stopped and glanced at the clock. It was half past two, but fearing that it was a message from the office he plunged into the booth.
 tHeno."
 siHello, Taylor. This is Perry Langham.''
 .'what do you want. Perry? I'm in an awful rush,
 "I want to know about that five thousand dollars
 sFwhat five thousand dollars?'
 ."rhe five thousand I gave you a check for last night. It seems to me .''
 "oh, cut it out, Perry" said Ches- ter impatiently. "I've got to make train.''
 He hung up the receiver and ran for his cab. Fifth Avenue was slip pery and blocked with traffic. In answer to Chester's repeated appeals for haste the driver finally consent ed to take another street, and ulti- mately landed him at the station at one minute of three. The boy from the office was waiting, and thrust the tickets into his hands, but Chester hesitated for a fatal instant to pay the cabman his fare. The Twentieth Century Limited waits for no man, and the second hand no sooner touch es the hour of three than the wheels began to revolve in their swift flight to the interior.
 Send the trunk after me-" shout ed Chester to the boy; and ran through the station onto the prome- made only to leave the gate clsng shut in his face. A minutes ex- cited argument with the gateman left Chester hopeless although aL block in the tunnel had brought the train to a standstiI in the yards just beyond the end of the long platform. The crowd had already dwindled away. and two car washers were snowba1l-l ing each other in the big station with bIackened snow which had fallen from the incoming trains. The gate man had turned his back, and walk ed away in silent disgust, and the scene for the moment was as peace full as a village green. One, two, snowballs came flying through the iron grating, and Chester suddenly bounced upon their shattered re- mains, and moulded a tiny snowbaIl