The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-02-21

little printed lists of them on the left as you go out of the door, opposite the cgar-lighter) and l know
 them all, and 1t does not matter which is the of this tale-which brings logically to the statement that think there must always have been the Police man. It was his duty to strut gloriously past the window intervals and the well-being of the munich paity of Greater New York demanded that he do this at such times Molly procuring griddle cakes from the superheated plateau in the extreme fore ground. He did not look in these occasions-at least 1t weeks before 1 could decide whether he did not So knew that he a man, and made opportunity to talk with him few words now and then at odd hours, for the improvement of my undersanding-as Adam was permitted to do with the Archange Once, in the ripeness of the acquaintance,
 turned the talk toward perambu1ators and area-ways and so, cautiously, in the direction of diminishing turn. And l thought the of him for meeting honestly with quainty relished "reminiscences, picious-b but not the shadow of word of Molly He understood what had seen well enough too-but he was too much of to invite into the holiness and too much of a gentleman to feel any need of snubbing On duty, his must have been at least Roupdsman Alysius OKearney. But since one off night when saw him going into A. F. O. H. ball with Molly have suspected that his real name was Tim
 Molly had her troubles all this time. A big buoy ant personality becomes heroic in the face of calamity and is petulant against continuous annoyance It is
 
 might transform into heifer, that her torment was not the fangs of wolves, but the nagging of gadhy The work strain to begin with especially in mer. For at Youngs, during rush hours, they also serve who at other times only stand and wait. And is not good for to be upon her feet all day long Then, there was the constant spite of women shade above Molly's class, perpetuay fretted with small cares, women in vegetable hats whose thin children said "Hanh?" when they did not hear Then the Head Waitress (f that be her proper title), hated Molly for being pretty and for b@ne -nvorried could hardly blame her, poor thing; for it is hard, being grown hateful, hate. And the blood in the Head Waitress was weak lemonade, and she had eyebrows, and nobody loved her. Be- sides, woman in power IS almost always either Cleopatra Gorgon It maddened the Head Waitress to Molly glanced after evly by Aolly herself was<1ot much disturbed by the notice she attracted She accepted it careessy tribute or disregarded 1t unmeaning- in the of the Barber
 The Barber was of those who emerge from nonenity into nuisance. He little the green-chinned Italian, with hair something between plaster and ponpadour reminiscent white waistcoat, and pro- fessiona1 aroma. He would look sidelong at Molly, the blush whites of his eyes glistenng under lowered ids and when she had passed, would shrug himself erect in his chair and about among the pres ent for congratulating smile. The Latin countries breed many men of his type They lean subtly against
 
 offence They confde intimately in chance acquaint- ances; with little encouragement they will show you letters.
 When began to notice the Barber, he coming regularly noon and evening, and sitting often possible at Molys table For time thereafter he existed n Mollys consciousness as One-Pork- and Coffee With the 'other girls he did better and before long calling three of them by and finding his orders anticipated He assumed obviously the air of old customer, and stopped moment slack days to chat, toothpic1 i'll mouth with the Head Waitress. But Molly was constant irritation to his selfcomplacency He spoke to her consistently, followed her constantly with his eyes, and smirked if she glanced his way Once 1t my fate to sit next to him.
 Pretty swell little woman, that et, what?" he marked, pointing at Molly with his fork
 q never notced,' I said
 "Yes sr,' pursued the Barber, putting down the fork and twisting his mustache. "She is certainly frstclass article. I'd leave for that all right, all right"
 You know your mlnd l answered, and so departed unfed and unchristian.
 Molly had no nerves. If she had she would have left half way through the summer, did one others. But the regularity of small irritation reached her. It hot n1uggy season, and think that she had other cares and in those days of which saw only effects. The Barber grew bolder and evident The other girls buzzed and snickered-how tedSeQ ] guess. And the Head Waitress, August went on grew less than malignant and licked the girl with feline phrase a. dozen times daily. Molly as cool and vital and merry But she promoted the Barber mentally to the rank of Pestiferous Insect; and I noticed that she watched for his coming and sighed with relief his departure Then she would give her shoulders shake and dive into her work with queer The Barber's efforts to draw response from her succeeded at last, steaming when men were 1unchng cold rice and iced tea, in their shirt sleeves handkerchiefs inside collars
 Say" he said for the fourth time, Molly paused moment near by, "what time do you get off work?" Molly turned deliberately.
 "Just about that hour' she said with emphasis that you'll be graftn' free lunch away on River Street, Hoboken.'
 The crowded table grinned in pairs and red headed youth the wall said, "Ah, haw-haw," and choked. The Barber was on his> mettle
 "Airl't sle the coy one?" he remarked to whom it might Then, Molly returned: "FIey? Say? So tell me- When do "ou''-