The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-05-08
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ed the borrowed opera-glasses to the usher and tiptoed as quietly as pos sible from the foyer, through the swing-to doors of baize into the long loby of the theatre, from which a door opened into the managers of fee at right angles to the one in which the two old gentlemen had stood. But his moment of intrOspec- tion and hesitancy had cost him the desired information for the nonce, for the two men were just crossing the sidewalk at the farther end of the lobby Brookfeld followed some for ty feet to the main entrance, where he paused and watched them cross Walnut Street diagonally to the left and enter the Pendennis Club.
 The Pendennis Club at half-past ten was practically deserted One reason for this was the unusual opposition of a Wagner opera at Macauley's; an- other reason was that the club is what the younger set called an old mans club. The editor and his guest peeped into the spacious and home like library, with it's carpet of green Russia leather, and, as they hesitated a moment at the door of the billiard room, colored boy came forward to take their hats.
 "No,'' said the editor, i've are going back again. What will you drink, MT. Justice"'
 'Is that imperative?' asked the older man.
 'It is customary, sir." 'I think I will watch you.'' The editor gave his order. And, boy, bring it up-stairs-the little room where the plano is.'' "Yes. sir.''
 The gentlemen mounted the two short flights leading to the second floor, and moved forward to the little room which, in the remodelled club, has since been thrown into the dining 1 hall
 Go ahead" The Justice waved his hand easily toward the upright piano standing at the wall. 'Td l board than listen to that organized and pompous procession of sound across the street,
 l "The dry spells are a little weari- some, but you'll certainly like this.'' | Then the plump but agile and al- and sympathetically over the keys. | When the darky boy came in with | the carafe and siphon and the clink- ] ing ice, the Justice was leaning back in his easy-chair and the editor was l finishing his sympathetic approxima-
 tion of the Wagner melody. The music ceased as the boy put his tray
 on the table. l What is that?" asked the Justice.
 That's bourbon, sir,'' replied the | boy, with celerity.
 1T was speaking to the Colonel l Excuse me- The boy left him. I That's the melody of the sextet l that you would have heard if you had taken my advice and remained a mo- ment longer Then, as his thought
 went back to the theatre, and the sub- ject of their conversation before they 1 left it. the editor said:
 What do you want to know about
 Brookfeld?"
 'In the first place, I wish to iden-
 tify him. Is there another Brook l field in the city?''
 None that I know Then quick. | ly: Except his sister, Mrs. Camp
 bell; they are the last members of the | family
 "The Brookfield I mean" said the
 Justice, ''is a man who buys pie tures.'
 That's Jack.''
 l Docs he sell them?" | Well, not as a business, but I think | he is human. Have you some pie lures to sell?'
 | The Justice shook his head "I un- derstand that MT. Brookf1eId, of Louis
 vile, bought picture which I had l coveted for several years. don't know that I could buy it. When saw it at the dealers in New York