The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1912-04-22
Copyright, 1909, by Doubleday,
Page Z Company.


(Continued)
Tell me-" breathed Elnora.
"His hair was red and curled more
than yours, and his eyes were blue.
He was tall. slim and the very imp Of
mischief He joked and leased all day
until he picked up that violin. Then
his head bent over it and his eyes got
big and earnest. He seemed to listen
as If he first heard the notes and then
copied them. Sometimes he drew the
bow trembly, like he wasn't sure It
was right and he might have to try
again. He could. almost drive you
crazy when he wanted to, and no man
that ever lived could make you dance
as he could. He made It all up as he
went He seemed to listen for his
dancing music, too. It appeared to
come to him. He'd begin to play and
you had to keep time or die. You
couldn't be STILL
The tears were rolling down Elmo
ra's cheeks. "Oh, Aunt Margaret she
sobbed. why haven't you told me
about him sooner? feel as II you
had given my father to me living so
that could touch him. can see him
too. Why didn't you ever tell me be-
fore? Go on. go on! Tell me more
about my father"
wait until 1 see il 1 can get the
VIOLIN
So Elnora went home in suspense,
and thar night she added to her pray
ers, Dear Lord, be merciful to my
father and, oh, do help Aunt Margaret
to get his VIOLIN
Wesley and Billy Gene in to supper
tired and hungry. Billy ate heartily,
but his eyes often rested on plate of
tempting cookies, and when Wesley.
offered them to the boy he reached for
one Margaret was compelled to ex-
plain that cookies were forbidden that
night because Billy had used a bad
word that day.
WHAT said Wesley. wrong words
been coming again? Oh, Billy, do
wish you could remember! 1 can't sit
and eat cookies before little boy who
has none. I'll have to put mine back
too" And Margaret did the same.
Then Billy slid from his chair, ran
to the couch, buried his face in the
pillow and cried heart brokenly. Yves.
ley hurried to the barn and Margaret
to the kitchen. When the dishes were
almost washed Billy slipped from the
back door.
Wesley, piling hay into the managers,
heard a sound behind him and in
Qulred. "That you, Billy"
Yes" answered Billy, land it's all
90 dark you can't see me now, isn't it ~
well, mighty near" answered Yves
ley.
..Then you stoop down and open your
mouth"
Wesley bent over the small figure
and received an installment of cooky
that almost choked him.
"Now you can eat it." shouted Billy
IN delight. "It's all dark. I can't see
what you're doing It ALL
Wesley picked up the small figure
and set the boy on the back Of horse
to bring his face level so that they
could talk as men.
Nov, what a dandy schemew he
Commented did you end Aunt Mar
garet tx Mupy'
mo. She amt had hers yet. But I
got one for her. LIST as soon as you eat
yours l am going to take hers and feed
her first time find her in the dark"
But, Billy, where did you get the
cookies? You know Aunt Margaret
said you were not to have any,
81 list took Them" said Billy. 81
didn't take them for me. 1 list took
them for you and her. Did-did-I
steal?"
Wesley's big hands closed until he
almost hurt the boy.
"No!" he said vehemently. "That is
too big a word. You just made mis-
take. If you had told Aunt Margaret
what you wanted to do and asked her
for the cookies she would have given
them to you"
Must take it backT'
You think hard, and decide your
self" suggested Wesley.
Lift me down." said Billy, after
silence. 81 got to put this in the jar
and tell her.
Wesley set the boy on the floor, but
as he did so he paused one second and
strained him close to his breast.
Margaret sat in her chair sewing,
Billy slipped in and crept up beside
her. The little face was lined with
tragedy.
"Why, Billy, whatever is the mat
terT' she cried as she dropped her sew
ing and held out her arms. Billy stood
back. He gripped his little fists tight
and squared his shoulders. II got to
be shut up in the closet" he said.
HOh, BiIlyi What an unlucky day!
What have you done now7"
Il stoldr' gulped Billy. He said 1t
Ena tat r miataka Int if WAS yvOrSer