The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-02-21
WHEN l AM RICH
By Roy Mason Copyright, G. w. Dillingham; Company, 1909) (Continued from Page 7.) CHAPTER VI.


 bent apartment is at-West 136tn Street. I wish to move to-East 29tn Street. I have called up every moving van in town, but they are all busy at this time of the year. I have only half a. van load of furniture, but the best price and time I can get is twenty-five dollars and two weeks.
 My present lease expires tomorrow"
 would you mind," asked Chester. having your belongings moved in a hearse ?"
 Decidedly" answered the girl with 8. shiver.
 That means of locomotion would seem a trifle premature" said Ches- ter, noting how keenly vivid and alive she was. Have you looked under Union and United in the telephone book?"
 1T have called up all the transfer companies in the classified directory answered the girl.
 l There may be some more in the regular directory" said Chester opti- I mistically, especially under those general titles"
 He took the telephone book, and the girl turned again to her desk. The full hopeless ludicrousness of his situation flashed over him, as he l turned the leaves of the directory. Here he was in the offices of two total strangers undertaking the task of moving the personal effects of the secretary of one of them, gir! whom l he had never before seen, from one end of the city to the other. Union Underwear Company" he \ Tread. United Pickle Works. 1 l hardly think that they would do." He finally found three transfer and m owing van companies with Union and ''United'' in their titles, and hope | fully called the first on the tele- phone. No moving vans available for three weeks. The first refused
 Nothing doing till. the twentieth of the followi@g month. The second refused. Terms and outfit complete ] ly exhausted and being called in to rest, announced the third. But Ches-
 ter was not so easily bafned. Hold on," he cried, "hold on. You don't understand this case at all
 You have a van coming down from Harlem apvwav It ca, bpi,,o aou, a light half load. Well this is the
 lightest load you eyer had. Why | even the tenant is a blonde.'
 That so?" ehuck1ed the man or
 the wire. Well, that's pretty good ! I'll phone Tomkins and his men tc
 step in there in an hour. Will the
 stuff be ready?"
 "Yes," said Chester. How much ?' i well, if you're sure that the ten.
 ant is a blonde we'll make that tif-
 teen dollars?" The East Side place
 is near our stables"
 'In one hour," Chester said, as he
 hung up the receiver, "and fifteen
 dollars"
 | He turned to find the red-haired
 stenographer convulsed in laughter 1 Did it really work" she inquired breathlessly.
 "Yes," said Chester, "but you'll have to come with me in order td
 demonstrate the color of your hair l 'I told you so," remarked Gold
 smith calmly, to his partner, wher
 Miss Poster applied for leave to at.
 tend to her moving that afternoon. In few mments Chester found
 himself with the girl on the rear seat
 of an uptown Broadway car. He had
 concluded to stop at the office of the
 moving van place on the way ap, town, in order to make assurs nee doubly sure.
 The rear end of an electric car
 with tramp who is smoking q 1 filthy weed on one side of you and
 the red-headed secretary of a Wall
 Street broker on the other, offers lit. tie possibility for romance, but Ches. ter was so elated over his initial sue.
 cess that he did not notice the offen-
 sive odor. He did not talk to the
 girl beside him, but sat plunged ir
 speculation as to the outcome of his
 adventure. Just then he heard a
 faint ring at the other end of the
 car, followed by the customary de-
 crease in speed. and finally a full
 stop. The rest of the car was full
 and Chester gave a premonitory gasp
 as he turned to make room and
 looked full into the face of Edith
 Twining. She too was a blonde of
 graceful figure and her merry spark,
 ling eyes seemed somewhat to cor
 respondent with the flash of her lit
 tie white teeth when she smiled. The
 merriment seemed to die away as the
 girl slightly acknowledged his bow Her hands were small and bewitch- | ingly gloved, and she was wearing the daintiest of dark fall frocks ini- | ginable. But the little hand twitch-
 ed nervously at present and Chester could mot for the life of him imagine
 what it was that upset her. He final
 ly concluded that it must be the