The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-17

brushing my fingers trying unconsciously, to rid backs of Lamb. Chaucer, Hazitt, Marcus Aurelius. Montaigne. and Hood She was exquisite, she a knows too mucIl-oh so much too much--of real life.
 I could perceive clearly that AzaIea Adar was very poor. A house and a dress she had much else I fancied- So divided between my duty to the who fought Thomas in the valley of the Cumber- land, listened to her voice. which like harpsi- tracts In the presence of the nine Muses and the three Graces one hesitated to lower the topic to two cents There would have to be another colloquy after I had regained my commercialsm But I spoke of mission, and three o'clock of the next afternoon was set for the discussion of the business proposition.
 depart (which is the time for smooth generalites, seems to be quiet, sedate place home town,
 s should ad say where few things out of the ordinary
 Azalea Adair seemed to reflect
 q have never thought of it that way" she said, with a kind of sincere intensity that seemed to belong to her. "Isn't it in the still quiet places that things do happen fancy that when God began to create the earth the first Monday morning one could have leaned out one's window and heard the drops of mud splashing from His trowe as He built up the everlasting hills What did the nosiest project Babel-result finally? page and half of
 aof course said piatitudinously, human nature is the same everywhere; but there is more color er-more drama and movement and-er-romance in cities than in others
 ''on the surface" said Azalea Adair. "I have airship waited two wings-print and dreams. I of Turkey bowstring with his hands of his wives who had uncovered her face in public l have seen in Nashville tear up his theater tickets because his wife going out with her face eovered-vith rice powder In San Fra1eiseos China inch by inch, in boiling almond oil to make her She gave in the boiling oil had reached three inches above her knee At a euchre party in East by of her schoomates and lifelong friends because she had married houseEainter The boiling could seen the fine little smile that she carried from table to table. Oh yes, it is humdrum town Just few miles of red brick houses and mud and stores and lumber yards.'
 house AzaIea Adar breathed a soft apology and tree lD @inutes with brghtened eseS faint flush her checks and ten years lifted from her shouL You must have cup of tea before you go'" she
 She reached and shook little bell. Tn shufied small negro girl about twelve barefoot, not very tidy, glowering at with thumb in mouth and
 ae haa m dr t9 b fR @ and rrS drSw hand missing. torn in two pieces and pasted was of the bills had given the pratical negro there doubt of it.
 she said handing the girl the dollar bilI and get of ten den Wdr o5 of 1a es N % The supply of tea in the house happens to be ex-
 Inpy left by the back way. Before the scrape of her hard bare feet had died away on the back porch, wild shriez-I was sure it was hers-flled the hollow house Then the deep, gruf G tones of an
 Aza1ea Adar rose without surprise or emotion and 1 rumble of the mans voice; then something like oath and slight scufle and she returned calmly to her chair.
 "This is a roomy house," she said, tenant for part of it. sorry to have to rescind my invitation to tea It impossible to get the kind I always use at the store Perhaps tomorrow MT. Baker will be able to supply me"
 I was sure that Impy had not had time to leave the house. I inquired concerning street-car lines and took my leave. After was well on my way I remembered that had not learned 'Azalea Adairs' But tomorrow would do.
 That same day I started in the of iniquty this uneventfu city forced upon in the fnTyT1 Ivy fVyO6 avs hTf lie shamelessly by telegraph and to be accomplce after the fact if that is the correct legal term to a murder.
 AS rounded the nearest my hotel the Afrit2 coachan of the po1ychromatic nonparei coat seized open the dungeony door of his peripatetic sarcophagus ffrted his feather duster began ritual: "Step right in, boss. Carriage is clean jus got back from a funeral. Fifty cents to any,
 And then he knew and grinned broadly "'Scuse me, boss; you is de gen'Pman what rid out with dis mawnn'. Thank you kindly. suh.'
 'I going out to SG1 again tomorrow afternoon at three.'' said I. 'and if will be here I'll let you drive me. So you know Miss Adair?" I con- cluded, thinking of my dollar bill.
 T belonged to her father, Judge Adair, suh," he replied.
 hasn't much money to speak of. has she?"
 For an instant looked again at the fierce coun- tenance of King Cettwayo and then he changed back 10 an eNtort1onate old negro hack drlver
 "She ain't gwine to starve. suh,' he said slowly. ''She has resoces ,suh; she has reso'ces.'
 II shall pay you fifty cents for the trip said l. "I jus had to have dat two dollars dis mawnin,' boss"
 I to the hotel and lied Inv electricity. wired the n9aeazne GA. Adair holds out for eight cents yyor1'
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