The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-11-09

came to him suddenly. He paused again, grappIing with this amazing revelation of self.
 Great Scott! Harry was right, darn him! He said this place would recon struct me from the inside out, and vice versa, and, by jinks, it has! I actual 1y want to work!
 "Can you beat that-meT'
 He swung back to Leonard 6 Calls, mentally reviewing his instructions.
 Lets see. was to wait at least a month to let the shopkeepers get ac- customed to the sight of me. Hmm. Harry certainly has cute way of ex- pressing his thought. But it can't be helped. I can't wait If do I'll throw up the job.
 'I'm to walk in and say politely: I'm looking for employment. If at any time you should have an opening here that you can offer me shall endeavor to give satisfaction. Good day.
 "But be careful not to press it. Just say it and get right out"
 With the air of a man who knows his own mind he pulled open the wire screen door and strode in.
 Two minutes later he emerged, breathing hard, but with the glitter of determination in his eye.
 q wouldn't I've believed could get away with it. Here goes for the next promising opening"
 He headed for Sothern & Lees drug store.
 "Wonder what that fellow would have said if I'd had the nerve to wait and listen."
 In the drug store he experienced less difficulty in making his speech and exit He flattered himself that he ac- complished both gracefully. even im- pressively. And indeed you may be- Heve he left a gaping audience behind him. So likewise at Godfrey's notion and stationery shop.
 'tNow, this afternoon" he unused, 'T'H wind up the job. By night every one in town will know want work" !"
 It was o'clock or whereabouts, gather, when. shaping his course to- ward Radville's commercial center, Duncan hesitated on the corner of Beech street, cooking an incredulous eye up at the weather worn sign which has for years adorned the side of Tut hills grocerSa hand indicating fix edly:
 THIS WAY TO
 GRAHAM'S DRUG STORE.
 Two druggists in RadVillew he unused. "Is it possible? Then it's Harry's mistake if the scheme fails. He said this was a one horse country town, but I'm blest if it isn't a thriv- ing metropolisi Two! Here, I'm going to have a look"
 He turned up Beech and presently discovered the object of his quest, a two story building of frame" guilt less of the ardent caress of a paint brush since time out of mind. On the ground floor the windows were made up of many small square panes, sev- eral of which had been rudely mended. Through them the interior glimmered darkly. In the foreground stood a broken bottle, shaped like a mortuary urn and half full of pink liquid. Be- side it reposed a broken packing box in which bleary camphor balls nestled between torn sheets of faded blue pa- per. Of these a silent companion in misery stood on the far side of the window, towering pagoda-like cage of wire in which (trapped, doubtless by means of some mysterious bait known only to alchemists) three worn but brutal looking sponges were appar- ently slumbering in exhaustion. Back of these dusty plaster cast of a male figure lightly draped seemed to rep resent the survival of the Attest over some strange and deadly patent medi. cine. The recessed door bore an in scription in gold letters, furnished and half obliterated:
 AM GRAHAM RUGS & CHEM c Is RSCRIPTION CAREF LY c POUNDED Looks like the very place Tor one of my acknowledged abilities.s said Duncan. He turned the knob and en tered. advancing to the middle of the dingy room.
 A slight grating noise behind him brought Duncan round with a start At a workbench near the window sal a white haired man garbed baggily in an old crash coat and trousers. His head was bowed over something clamped in a wise, at which he was tinkering busily with file.. He di6 | not look up. but as his caller moved