The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-07-21

lent health and spirits in mosl charming locality. I left her onl! this morning, and, knowing that was to meet you, she sent her love to hel father. whom she hopes to see soon as she will if he remains reasonable" These last words Payton spoke with sharp emphasis.
 "We must come to business, \. Grayman," Payton continued in an in creasingly icy tone. You are used to plain, quick talk. So am I. You have promised me S1O,O00,C00. Your prom ise is as good as a government bond. When will you have the money ready? When I get it you get Helen. But you made me another promise, at least by implication, and implied promises when the parties understand one an- other are as good as any. You prom ised not to try to betray me. That promise you have not kept, and you know what told you"
 MT. Grayman between surprise, an- ger and anxiety lost his self com mand. Then the thought of the com missioner and the aeros at hand fash ed across his mind and restored his confidence. He must carry out the plan now He was in for it.
 ''I did not he began, but Payton interrupted him, laundering:
 "Who is your friend under the tree there? What is he waving his hand kerchief for?"
 MT. Grayman glanced toward the place where the commissioner stood and saw a flash of white. An, the sig nal at last! All his habitual coolness came back. The aeros would be here in minute. He must simply detain Payton a little longer.
 ''Well, out with it, Mr. Grayman- rate
 Without replying, Grayman turned round on his heel, expecting to see the police aeros swiftly approaching. But he saw nothing except the commis sioner frantically waving his handker- chief.
 They're not coming" said Payton derisively ''The commissioner may wave his arms off, but you'll never see \ morning, and now guess shall have to fix youv'
 As he spoke he lifted his hand.
 Immediately the Chameleon wore round and swept down toward them in a beautiful curve. As she graZed the ground, two men sprang off, and, be- fore he could have offered show of resistance, MT. Grayman was seized, lifted from his feet and carried aboard. Payton followed at his heels, and a moment later they were circling up ward.
 That which MT. Grayman's good sense had all the while been telling him would happen had happened. It may or may not appear strange that his first impression was not of fear, but of shame because he had made an. ass of himself.
 When the unhappy commissioner from his post of observation saw this maneuver, which belied all his predic- tions and promises to MT. Grayman, he nearly went crazy. It was utterly beyond his comprehension why the aeros did not move. Then he cursed the marksmen, who also had done nothing.
 Shoot, curse you. shoot! Pepper that aerow he now yelled. Come out of cover and shootr'
 The men came running from various directions and began to fire wildly. If they had been specially trained to shoot birds on the wing with rife bull lets they might have stood a chance of hitting the Chameleon. Payton laughed loudly at them, and, to show his contempt, circled around without trying to get away.
 'sTake your time, boys!'' he shouted. "You'l improve with practice. Mean while I'll show you how"
 As he spoke a thin blue flame leaped from the Chameleon and one of the