The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-03-10
WHEN I AM RICH
 by Roy Mason. Copyright, G. w Dillingham; Company, 19O9)
by Roy Mason.

so narrow that it would have been His mind reverted to his youthful adventure when he crawled around in the murky air fues beneath the big house in Chicago. The present situation was an absolute parallel ex- cept for the fact that there was room to stand upright
 *'If I go extremely broke,'' reflect ed Chester, f'I imagine the rents will be cheap down here. How on earth ways in house with a twenty-foot front? And how can anyone travel in more than one direction here? You couldn't squeeze past your shadow if you had one, which you haven't in this pitchy black. What queer odor of dust and Chinese in cense. Hello. Whats that?''
 His chin had bumped against cross beam beneath which he would have had to stoop in order to con tinue his way. But there was a chink of light above him, and Chester was half choked by the dust and incense, the stifling fetid air and the pail of darkness about him. The latter es- pecially gave him a, sense of suffoca- t1on- He muscled himself up on to the beam, and showed up the scuttle above it.
 There was @ tiny feminine, shriek as Chester stepped out into the blind ing light Before his dazzled eyes appeared a miniature Chinese tea garden. There was a curving run way for water bordered by pots and boxes of flowers. The runway was dry, and rusted to sullen red. re- pebbles. Across the middle was the graceful triple arch of a tiny foot bridge, like cat with it's back up. Terrifying dragons threatened from the black and red and yellow flags which cloaked the 1atticed sides. Around the corner of 8 miniature pagoda two beady black eyes were peeping.
 Pardon me, Dream Lady" said Chester, rubbing his eyes. "I have lost my way, and apparently entered the kingdom of Morpheus. Would you be so kind as to direct me back to waking life?''
 Forthwith appeared a delicate brown hand with long and shapely finger nails. It waved him back de- cisivey to the trap door whence he half purring, half guttural success sion of syllables emanated from the direction of the eyes and the hand.
 ''Very interesting said Chester, '@but scarcely intell1gib1e. You are ma king sounds. but you do not ap- pear to be conversings I gather that you want me to climb down again inro that ink-wel I. just emerged from.''
 A slender brown arm and then a tiny figure in si1ken Chinese costume appeared from around the pagoda's corner. The arms were outstretch- ed toward him with the pinky brown palms of the hands revealed. There was no misinterpreting the motion.
 I'm very sorry to have intruded, I'm sure,'' said Chester as he pre- pared to withdraw.
 Then a sudden inspiration seized him. Instead of lowering himself hack through the hatch he pointed to his mouth and caressed his stomach with a gesture equally un- mistakab1e. The two beady eyes glanced quickly toward the sun. One slender brown arm was lowered. The other pointed toward an iron table 5n the corntr. The figure vanished within the lite pagoda. He heard the closing of a door.
 f@I did not expect" observed Ches- ter, as he seated himself, ""to beg my first 'hand-out' in the F'Iowery King dom- It just goes to show that you never can tell what to expect. Well, I feel cheerful inside anyway"
 The door beyond the miniature pagoda opened again, and the little Chinese woman approached him, the heels of her high shoes clicking rapidly against the ti1ing. She placed a tiny tray of food before him. Chester arose and bowed pro foundly. His little hostess surveyed him without a sign of emotion.
 +I wonder what I am about to eat,'' said Chester. 1T am reminded of an early nursery rhyme:
 What are little girls made of?
 Sugar and spice and everything nice That's what little girls are made of What are little boys made of?
 and sDailS and ya11rroxy 5,c-rs,, +c ST.. That's what little boys are made Of
 Have you ever heard it?" he a added to his hostess Because, if you will pardon my saying so, the