The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-09-30

ton! Sorry. but I've got 10 leave m few minutes"
 Well" Paul answered hesitatingly, "if it's none of my business say so. I got a tip last night to buy Consolidat- ed Glass. What do you think of it?''
 Sanger smoked refectively for min- ute. "Can depend on you to let what say go no further?"
 Certainly"
 Its a good tip. Go in on it to the limit You're safe"
 Paul laughed rather shamefacedly. ''I'm going to, but my limit isn't very big-about twenty-five hundred"
 "Why don't you borrow and plunge"
 Paul laughed again. this time sharp ly. My credit doesn't seem very good. l tried it in one place I thought was sure. but it did no good"
 Sanger sent three beautiful smoke rings into the air thoughtfully. Paul had not said whom he had asked for the loan, but Sanger thought he could guess Then he whirled sharply in his chair.
 "How much did you want?'
 "1 asked for twenty-five thousand"
 Absurd on a deal like this. Make 1t fifty" Sanger said heartily.
 Do you mean Paul began delight edly.
 Certainly I mean it." Sanger re- sponded energetically. I'm going to instruct my broker to buy 5000 shares for you. Leave it to me-" he added smilingly. "and if you're not consider ably richer a week from today you don't owe me cent. appreciate your coming to me. Drop in and see me any time. Good afternoon" And he held out cordial hand to Paul. who took 1t and went out, thinking bitter ly:
 Tt seems that an enemy can be more generous than a friend sometimes" That night Bob was scheduled to speak in the Fourth ward. And all Irishtown had made ready. We'll flag gin knew that no mere schoolhouse auditorium would be ample for this oe- casion. So a great. bare hall was hireds Flags and bunting galore had been secured at Haggin's expense and hung around the walls and ceiling more profusely, perhaps. l9an artistic ally.
 The meeting was notable, first, be- cause Paul Remington made the poor est speech of his career. After Paul, Martin spoke. After them came Bob McAdoo.
 Bob had been cheered before and e:x, h1 Ioc cs from greater and more select audi ences. But. neither before nor since ! has he been greeted with the spon- taneous, thunderous welcome which Irishtown gave him that night. When the tumult died down Bob began. | It was not Auch of speech. His voice was hoarse. The words fell | jerkily and with no attempt at ora torical flourish. But his audience lis tened fhtently, proudly. Tn less than ten minutes he closed with these words:
 "You are my kind of people. I've l lived most of my life among you. l know you and you know me. There are more dollars against me in this l fight than you can grasp the meaning of But the fight won't end until l die. want you to stand by me-" The shout that met his appeal was 8 prophecy. | Hours afterward Kathleen for the | third night in succession was awaken ed by the sound of a steady pacing to and fro in the room above her. She arose and hastily dressing went up stairs Knocking, she entered and | went up to Bob.
 'Bob," she said directly, there's been something wrong lately.'
 Always, Kathleen" he answered in tired voice.
 Cant help you with it?" she ask ed gently.
 | He shook his head hopelessly. "No enc can help me. It's only that I'm ashamed. Go back to bed and quit bothering about me, Kathleen. I'm not worth it."
 Something in his voice and haggard face caused the tears to start to- her eyes. She turned away and left him. The monotonous pacing to and fro be gan again. | ~rr rH7,r,n vTv