The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-03-16
WHEN l AM RICH
By Roy Mason (Copyright, G. w. Dillingham; Company, 1eO9l

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 Company, 1s0sl
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 'Tt seems to me that l did hear it Iow," replied Chester in amazement. but if did I have clean forgotten t."
 "Cean,-C1eanine!' believed Gold smith joyfully.
 Chester heard him hang up the receiver, and turned away in bewild- ernent.
 ''Is he crazy, or am I crazy, or are we both batty in the head?" he mutt tered. ''He seemed to take tall in terest in my legacy. Seems to me that if a man telephoned me that he had just fallen heir to more than fifty thousand dollars I wouldn't tell him to stop chattering, and insist upon knowing the name of a clean ing fluid, especially if the man owed me five thousand dollars. I never would have accepted so big loan except for the fact that it showed his complete faith in me. Oh, well! Perhaps he's right. Whats the use cf any amount of money if you are under suspicion of being tfdef?'
 Chester sighed deeply, and betook himself upstairs. But his tma gina tion was too excited to permit him to think to sleep. Again and aga in he revolved in his mind his peculiar dialogue with Goldsmith, but he could not make either head or tail cut of 1t. He caught himself con sidering with deep satisfaction that he could tell Edith that the Dream Lady had been like mother to him, and then chided himself for his lack of gallantry. Chester had trained himself to optimism, and the hope of a final explanation with Edith would rot die down in his breast. It was to be an explanation that would clear up everything, and restore him once more to the place where he had been. But what was that place. he won- dered. He had told Edith that he loved her. and she had not repulsed him definitely. That was all his bas- Is for hope. No. that was not the pnly sign. Her obvious jealousy of Inc Dream Lady was also encours4g- hg. Chester remembered with a start his dream of the night when he left Goldsmith & Elkins. Where was the line of demareation between keeping and waking life?
 He strode restlessly over to 1.is Eastward window. and looked along Fourth Street clear over to where ahe lights of the Bowery were flash Ing.
 Down at the other end of the street." thought Chester. ''there is 9 little old yellow faced priest burning paper prayers to the Water Lily. Two months ago was down there myself, and the Water Lily was alive. I was in trouble and she helped me. I was hungry and she fed me. was sick and she nursed and doctored me. And she was a 'velly old Dleam Lady,"
 The glare of the city suddenly frightened against the Eastern sky It was the effect of the flare of some factory chimneys vomiting forth their smoke and flame. But Chester took It as an omen.
 ..I don't think that I'll worry any more over the Dream Lady's opin- ion,'' he said quite simply. "I think that nhe would want me to be happy. But, oh, if this blind tangle would only clear up! If I could only steer my course through life in a sane and sensible manner like other people! If Edith would only understand!
 'T wonder what Goldsmith's ceie- brating has led him to. There seem ed to be hope in his voice. But too long time has passed. There is no hope now. no hope, no hope"
 The sullen glare died down aga in and Chester went silently to bed.