The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-01-25

]: 5 : k6 & MD concern at what appeared to be ERv metal soap box which he had drawn HBy from his vest pocket The soap box N83M announced that it twenty min.
 u utes past one o'clock As this is the
 time of the afternoon when all good
 followers of the races begin to stir
 about and calculate their afternoons betting Mr. Feeny replaced the uncouth timepece in his clothes. doubled pink newspaper containing Past Performances under his arm, and made all haste to Herald Square. at the time bestowing glance of harsh mirthulness his shoulder in the direction of the house he had just left.
 Nr. Feeny had the soul of Bowery bouncer or he could never have laughed at what was going on behind that portal Behind that commonplace New York boarding house door commonplace. sad. bad New York boarding house. Or. rather, it had been, up ten days ago. when MT. Feeny had first arrived It had been boarding-house such as any of us could have described. smell for smell and prune for prune Knd-hearted Mrs Lane the widow, moving in from very small Pennsylvania town had started it out a career like that of any other Manhattan boarding house: Aroma of nut ton stew of cabbage all over the place; pitch dark stairways where shines because the tips to the gas jets thriftily removed; break of soggy cereals. watery fruits and thereis reason coffee; lunches of cold. clammy. leftover things: dinners of canned astronomical atrocities. These and bad room and villainous bed, kind hearted Widow Lane supplied quite justly for six dollars and half week. And the pale. spiritless boarders had moved from bed to table, to 1ob to table, bed again. quite in the ordained fashion. like sick ghosts. conversing monotonously. joking monotonously even snoring and brushing their teeth monotonously
 Until MT. Feeny came.
 Faint got nothing to do with thuh hips." Mrs. Lou Williams the colored lady who cooked for Mrs. Lane. was saying to Mrs. Eczema Johnston. another lady similar color and occupation who had drop r~A fp&o nFro forf oS seeing whut twas all about" Nothing to do with thuh hips. tall Hits all done with thuh eyes. He just looks at you that away"-here Mrs. Williams. who faithfully resembled hippopotamus in every respect of color physique and mental characteristic -bugged out" her eyes energeticaly that the eff feet was even more alarmingly hippopotamussy- -an-uh you has to do whatever he thinks bout" s 'Uh-Lawd." remarked Mrs. Eczema Johnston. gravey. "he might git studyin' bout maxim you all work all day"
 -Fes. maam An that's the reason leaves this hyeah job. He might hyptze in thuh mawnin' while I'm cooking breakfas' an keep uh-cookng breakfas' until midnight That's the reason I'm leaving No hyp-tists for me- I'm going to take nah things and percolate"
 At this moment MT. Feeny in the back end of a saloon scratching his head the crypto- gram: Sd furlongs Arabella S-1... .3-1.... Even His glittering black eyes seemed absorbed by the mystery. and the percoation of Mrs Lou Williams was as far from his thoughts as the rest of Mrs Lanes boarding house.
 i And yet. on the first floor above Mrs Lanes fuming basement, in the dark and curtaned parlor. nsy the parrot. named by the irreverent MT. CbAppy Hicks because of its beak. seemed to have oarght the epidemic fever of discontent:
 -Hypnotisti Hypnotist! Flaw! Haw!" announced Tkey. adrotly. You can't hypnotfze mel Rats! Pay yow board bill" Then key burst into song just as kino-hearted MrA Lane waddled by. jingling her ksys:
 sDs&yoo-tiful eyes.
 He had such beeyoo-tiful eyes
 Raggedy-raggedy-caw-caw
 Chuck chuck!
 Took all my rings
 And other things
 But he had such bee-yoo-tiful eyes,"
 e the second floor. by the faucet of running Watsr at the end of the hall. stood kind-hearted NrR. Lane herself. a dumpy-shaped, queruous mid. d1eaEed lady. who exhibited the bleak. absent-mind. d aspearance of who walks in her sleep. Mrs. LAns was pretty far gone. Almost anything it sssnsd. able to "start her off" Anything briEAf and moving, such running water sure to d. the trick. She gazed at the faucet if fascmated and murmured in firm tone of voice.
 -Mr Feeney is a gentleman and always pays his boara . week fin advance"
 When this phenomenon had first occurred, the seAs< boarders could believe it. They refused to aAxnt that Mrs Lane had sunk to such childish level But their incredulity was farther shaken when Mr Chappy Hicks told them of an experience of hik- It that MT. Hicks had borrowed a quarter from the landlady warm evening under certain Uncontrolled thirst impulses of his own; and when he repay it, he had presented her with brand-new coin. Mir Hicks long legged and happy individual who might have been own brother to Dickens MT. Jingle. and. he passed over the money with debonair flip and bit of his usual horse play. he admits he astounded to observe Mrs Lane fix her gaze upon the coin and -saart oil" immediately. He noticed that she nut. NO. 21l RELEASED FOR PUBLICATIC