The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-05-08

I felt that it's price was beyond the purse of a man in my position. Dc you know MT. Brookfeld?' Painfully
 | Why painfully?H
 Well, I've made some reckless con tributions to his bank account. MT. Brookfeld runs a gambling house. | 'Oh, You mean that you would not care to communicate with him personality"
 sI don't mean that--on the contrary, | I don't know of anything that would give me greater pleasure than a half hour or halliday, or, for that matter, half-year with Jack Brookfield. There isn't a more entertaining man in the State. Do you wish me to see him for your
 "Id like to know if he has the picture in question, and if he would consider a reasonable offer for it.
 .'Why don't you see him yourself, or with me?'
 l q have my reservation on the morning train for Washington"
 See him tonight" prompted the editor.
 "Is that possible?''
 We can find out, and I am almost sure it is. He has this box-party with his sister and niece across the street. Most probably he will take them home and then go to his game. | him, or we can wait half-hour and telephone him.
 "I should think telephoning the bet ter plan,'' said the Justice. eff we spoke to him now the inquiry would have somewhat the color of a request If his game is open and the gentle man is doing business when we tele- phone. it would be no particular hardship to receive a caller for few minutes.''
 Are you sure, MT. Justice,' the edi- tor asked, with smile, "that you would be superior to the blandish- ments of the tickle goddess if you came within ear-shot Of the chips?" | q should be interested to see,' the old jurist answered. 'I haven't made a bet on anything more important than that little game of penny ante that the Secretary used to have at the Shoreham since I have been in Washington. Do you remember that week at Chamberlain's, when Ray mond was playing at the National?" 1 s.Perfectly. Won't you change your mind about this?' indicating the ca rafe. 'T mean to have another my self''
 sent, the editor touched the push-but- ton by the mantel, and the talk drift ed into a field of fellowship with an atmosphere of chance and good living and retrospection.
 Brookfield paced thoughtfully the long lobby of the old theatre. De- spite the fact that his figure was what a Louisville darky would have described as kind O settled,' there was about it certain marks of the ath- Ilete. The chest was deep, the head
 well set on the shoulders. When he reached the end of his beat and started back, the turn and the first step to the rear were propelled from the ball of the foot that had arrested the forward motion-there was no halt land turn -tabling on the two feet. As
 some thought added emphasis to his lmotion, there was a "boring in with the left shoulder that is sometimes noticeable in one who has had req sonable practice at sparring. He took a hand from his pocket. It wandered uneasily, but not nervously, over his lcheek and chin. The hand was broad land long, There was vitality in the thumb and imagination in the outer ball of the palm. It had latent grip The fingers tapered, pleasantly Brookfield's face had more strength than beauty. It might have been thought to carry too much flesh if the
 planes of it had been less modelled
 The protuberances over the eyes were
 menacing. The nose was ample in bridge and profile, slightly more than aquiline with that spread of nostrils