The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-03-15
(COntinued.l

Chester. .''Wnere is my hat?"
 He swung his feet to the floor, and forced himself to rise without wine ing. He was surprised to find him self so strong.
 Your treatment of the case has really been excellent" he added to the unsm1ling Dream Lady.
 He was accustomed to talk to her just as if she understood, and she al ways followed the modulations of his voice attentively. Sometimes she semed to understand. At all times she was impassjvely satisfied. Oc- casionally she made long, unintel1i- gible replies to which Chester list ened with equa! difference. She brought him purple silken banu and skilfully fashioned a sling for his arm-
 eff were not afraid of startling you with a too complicated word,' said Chester, ''I should explain to you that that is work of superero- gation. However, am deeply grate- ful.''
 He bowed politely, and carefully let himself down through the hatch way. testing his lame arm to see if it would stand the strain.
 'I had better not use it very much just yet,'' he muttered between his teeth, clinched together with the pain, "but I am going to drive a grocery cart.''
 In pursuance of this design, Ches- ter began canvassing Third Avenue above the Bowery. His bandaged arm with the flaming purple scarf of Chinese silk aroused suspicion.
 Better not let the Chink squad see you," said one man. They new CT caught the parties to that row two weeks ago. I understand there was two shots fred"
 As Chester was nearing East Twen- ty- ninth Street he came face to face with Miss May, Foster.
 "Oh, MT. Taylor" she exclaimed Whats the matter with your arm o''
 How are you, Miss Foster? Just a slight hurt. I really thought tha- this bandege looked. decorat tive.'
 How did you hurt it?''
 Tried to catch bullets like prestidigitator in China town. One of them slipped through my fngers,and also through my shoulder
 The girl stamped her foot with impatience.
 "Oh, I wish that you would be serious she exclaimed. tsYou must be careful. I am so anxious about you.''
 Thank you,'' said Chester. How .s1,si
 "I don't know left when you did"
 What are you doing now?'' asked Chester.
 ''I am looking for a job.''
 ''Then we meet on common basis So am I.''
 Miss Foster surveyed his shabby clothes.
 "You must have been having hard time,'' she said. Are yod very broke? Are are you hungry?"
 Chester shook his head with a smile.
 Not now." he said. 'T have been.''
 Because it was really all my fau1t.''
 What do you mean ?" inquired Chester. eff you had stayed in the office and not gone away there would have teen no misunderstanding with MT Eangham.''
 "what." said Chester harsh1y You too. Has he been babb1ing it to everyone?"
 :'No, no. Don't think that. Don't blame him.
 "I wish that you would explain said Chester.
 'I had 9 reason for wanting you to leave town. Your difference with MT. Langham seemed to be the re- suit of the trip. But I wanted you i out of the way. So we managed it together"
 ''We?" '"Yes MT. Elkins opposed having you go South. MT. Goldsmith advo- 1 ated it. They referred the matter l c me. So you see it was my doing"
 What curious chances moulu s 1 mans destiny" said Chester softly Will you tell me who the we you poke uf were. Was it you and i ;nidsn1lth ?''
 NO, it wasn't. It was Richepin."
 Why did he want me away?"
 file didn't tell :ne I didn't ask nm. It was enough that we both