The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-02-18
CHAPTER HI. Their Meeting.

The pig liner, the SauLerne, ndQ just docked, and the first class pas sengers were coming ashore iron, the stern. They streamed steadily across the gang plank as Chester and his fellow workers rapidly unloaded bar rel after barrel from the apparently inexhaustible supply which was be,ng depths of the forward hatch. The heat on the crowded pier was in- tense, and Chester was glad to irni- tate his fellow workmen in discard ing as much of his clothing as possi- ble.s He was not an unpleasing sight with his we'll muscled arms bare to the elbow, and his shirt open at the chest.
 There is @ science in doing al! things, and among them is that of wheeling a truck. If you lift the handles too high when the affair is in front of you, the iron frame digs into the timber of the rotting pier, and unusual things are likely to hap pen. Thus it was that Chester turned truck, and landed at full length di- rectly in front of party which had just come ashore.
 Poor man, is he badly hurt?"
 The voice was surpassingly sweet and compassionate. The dazed anna :. teur with the truck slowly opened his eyes. Then he reluctantly relinquish- ed his grasp on the truck handles to which he had unconsciously chung like grim death to break the impact of his fall. He was gazing up into i pitying eyes in which the blue shaded into royal purple, and the purple into heavenly blue in way far lovelier than it is possible to describe. A tall, slender girl, with regal car 1 riage, was bending over him. 'tIt is evident" observed Chester cheerfully, 'that you have never le- fore seen a human catapult attempt ing to make bow.' The girl looked startled, puzzled, amused.
 "And you are really not hurt ?" she inquired.
 Not at all," replied Chester, sit ting up. 'It was a bit of mere im- pulsiveness."
 Edith" said an elderly gentleman, "conne away vo11 arc evidently u,o ,+ . ing your sympathy" 'I assure you,'' said Chester, as he arose, "that it is not wasted.'' The girl drew herself up haughtily. 'I am coming, father" she said,
 ''but it was startling to see such
 fall, and the poor man had a terrific bump on his forehead My dear, beautiful, young lady"
 soliloquized Chester as he gazed after
 her graceful receding figure, "that
 merely goes to show your lack of per- ception. That was not bump which you perceived. It was merely an
 embryo silk hat.' l 'Git to wurrk there," said the red headed foreman. with alacrity," replied Chester. | With whatiever ye want, ye nowI- | in acrobat" said the foreman gruff- ly, ''but I'll have no loafers on my
 pier.''
 1 All that night Chester toiled man. fully at his truck without further
 mishap. His only respite was at mid-
 night when a fellow workman spoke
 to him.
 man.
 Sorry said Chester, "but I'm
 broke"
 'Tt's on me then Whats the diff ference?"
 When draw my pay,' said Ches-
 ter, "I will .'
 I "Aw, close your trap" interrupted his companion. Chester followed him into ''The
 Chatham" a dingy little Ladies and Gents all-night restaurant. t'Sinkers and draw one,'' said the man to the coatless perspiring waiter Hell take the same" ''Put it in your face," he added genially to Chester when the waiter brought the coffee and crullers which , were the visible result of the cryptic } order. '"This is on me, See? What a number of kindly people
 there are in the world,'' said Chester 'It is a positive pleasure to be penni. , less in New York" Say" remarked his host abrutly 7 you don't belong here" . When one is fractured" observed
 Chester, ''one cannot choose ones occupation. You are extremely kind When I am rich, I'll -