The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-12-26

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 ner became more stately.
 "Now. Pat, me by. tell your old fathher all about Ut" he demanded finally, in tones of paternaJ couragement "Tis VT fathher knows there's sometins doun- An. me by. me by, may ye n1ver know the @nsidtusness of sons tngrat1chude Ii VT frfns go back on ye. 'tis wan ting but yr son. VT very flesh and blood. the sthrain of ut's trrbe An sec what ye've come to. Pat, by Why did yet not toDley some manly calling like VT fathherf In the old counthry the O'Quins were the flower of the nobility. Farr be ut rr wan who's fallun y'r veins Iris noble ye "T1s noble VT fathher is."
 : "Aw, ron your hoop. father" said young Pat -I'n give yer wad if must. but can't waste no time here listening to such a foolish noise as dat Noble. sure! You're as noble as Robbn En- mdt one minute and yood swat sick baby the next
 Old Pat, with sudden upward heave of his body. reached across the table He cufed his much as an e0asperated mother-bear might cuff a mis- chievous cnb-son Young Pat shot out of his chair. brought up against the wall and made pile of himself in corner. The violence seemed to suage the irritation of old Pats spirit He gazed his son with an expression that approxmated good nature ~Now. Pat me by. tell us all about 1t" Young Pat picked himself up and slunk into chair When he spoke again 1t was evident that he had decided to lay his cards on the table.
 There was. old Pat had guessed. -something doing" something important than Young Pat had ever undertaken before. These were the facts:
 The house stood in lonely suburb. A woman lived there with child and maid She had lot of money the place, also silver. Its me own business how know" said young Pat They would have to be getting at 1t: the husband would come back in a week The house well protected. young Pat did know how he could break in He had scraped acquaintance with the maid. had thought for while he was going to have his way with her. "But nuttn' doing there-the girls stuck the kid There was nothing 1t but that pal must conceal himself somewhere in the house to let young Pat in Was his father willing to do that7
 For moment the old man. partly sobered by the proposition demurred But young Pat. if the idea of his fathers collaboration gained with considera ton. urged it on him. rang for more drinks and urged again. He drew plan of the house A clos ct in the back hall was the natural hiding place-it was big. ventilated. seldom used and filled with clothes hanging on hooks, convenient to hide be- hind. They would go out there late in the after noon He would introduce his father to Margaret,
 
 bit But in reality he would further than the arbor Young Pat i'll the meantime would go with Margaret into the cellar, where he regularly chop Nped wood for her. While he kept her there, talk. ing old Pat slip back though the kitchen the back hall and hide himself in the closet
 After dark young Pat would cut the telephone wires: there would be nothing to fear in case the two women were alarmed There were sheds over excavation the vacant lots next door Young Pat would wait there until his father opened the door and gave the signal It looked feasible. In the end the old man agreed.
 The crackle of an open fre the solemn tick of tall clock the occasional chirp of two little gray birds. the spasmod5c rustic O; small black kitten personally conducting himself tn tour through the wastebasket-the big room was full of sound. and yet it had air of quiet Points of cheer dotted it's bleak squareness everywhere. And yet perceptible cloud of melancholy hung over the The quiet seemed to concentrate in the still figure of child lying couch The melancholy seemed to emanate from the woman who stood at the window looking anxiously out
 Outside the long, cold twilight was dying. A sunset had cut its way under the horizon line. But it did not deceive Alicia Prendergast- She had been studying the weather all day. She knew that she might expect bad night with rain and perhaps with fierce winds that shook and pommeled the pro testing old house. It only for it's effect the child that she comprehended bad weather She turn. ed to Molly, whom she had studied with fierce intentness sn day. Her slim bodT barely lifted the covers fro1o their own level She looked up her mother usder a line Of hes7y eyeiashes which cut gray lines of her big eyes exactly in half. then falling wearily, made blank ot her pale face Now she perfectly quiet
 Dr. Myrck insisted that there was nothing serl ous the matter with MoIly-she would be better rather than But. mainly for Alicia's comfort Aa had left hnttlA af medicine tn ha used in casa