The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-06-06

almost entirely for it's trade. But occasionally be. lated gentleman on his uncertain way homeward, will call at Mahoney's. In fact for three or four weeks past it had been observed that scholarly looking young of exceptional height and great frame had been in the habit of dropping in almost evening about midnight He always carried pile of books and newspapers under arm, always dressed in black, and gray slouched hat his large smooth-shaven face, and rather long hair.
 At first, he had seemed an ncongruous figure, in his out-ofplace surroundings, but he had soon made himself at home with the usual habtues of the place. subjects and standing his round with the rest of them The called him Professor" and he vaguely U be sI soe with % though curously, he always seemed to take particu- lar interest in meeting him. o'Sheay seems to have known among his fellows at once as bully and a sneak. The stranger. seemed to delight in drawing seemed that a fight imminent, but the stranger was too big, and O.Sheay toe much of coward On he nod he had very peculiar. unpleasant smile.
 When o'Sheay had dropped into Mahoneys towering above little circle of men at the bar He had called to OSheay to join them. which the car. conductor ungracously W did Indeed osheay seemed the Professor.
 Suddenly the Professor turned to o'Sheay, very up-in the name of the American People, dealt him powerful blow the right temple O'Sheay fell to
 
 themselves. the Professor had dashed out of the door and. escaped-calling, however as he disap- Tss b.!tssds5 picked as t bore only 3. Benjamin Goodrich, the leading spirit of we'll known theatNcal syndicate sitting at his desk in he unde bs 01 evening, when his confidential office boy brought in card Mr. Goodrich turned his head slightly, looked o1d The ard aniS aid e1i in Prac- cntly the door opened, and there entered distn- guished looking young man, tall and solderly in ap- that look of alert 1angour which we in the eyes of Bengal tiger or Highland Scot He stood moment or two after he had entered. awaiting some recognition of his presence
 MT Goodrich except that he went on with his writ ing, made sign of life than if he were a Central Park crocodile He was heavy. apoplectic man, and as he wrote, there especially con- spicuous things about him. enormous cigar and an he assumed-one would like to believe that it not natural to him (after the of last even With many of them it said to have wonderful success However, MT. Goodrch's visitor this even ehafed, but he only showed his mpatienee by clear ing gei his throat and and moving his feet His tor at sa1d or MT + at after moment pression; though he rather glad, after alL a tonic.
 looking up. said: "What is your business?"
 "It wait till you stop writing" the And presently his visitor added: "You have few words write"
 "What do you mean?" asked Mir. Goodrich, lock ing up stealthy.
 "Never mind, go with your writing"
 Mir. Goodrich wrote line more folded letter and addressed envelope.
 Then he turned to his visitor. with cold eyes.
 "Well?"
 Have you finished your writinga"
 "Yes"
 "You are mistaken"
 "Why?"
 "You have still sign this paper" said the visitor "and there many reasons which will be set forth later why you should sign t-but this is the reason present"
 And MT Goodrich found a revolver almost as big his cigar at his brow.
 "Sign this paper"
 With the business instinct that had become second nature with him. MT. Goodrich said. "Let read it first"
 "Of course"
 And MT. Goodrich read: "I die for the good of the Anerican Peanle"