The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-05-10

(The witching Hour which Is De- ing published exclusively In THE FARMER for the benefit of its thou sands of readers Is one of the most captivating of tales replete with heart interest and containing throughout those clements of emotion and tend erness which go to enrich real story. H began in THE FARMER of wednee- lay and 1t will run in installments 6ary until completed. Owing to the nmense demand for the editions car vfnr the story readers should make &ertaln that they receive their FARM FIR regularly otherwise they may not be able to keep a complete file of the .s,t,ons containing the story. THE FARMER feels that it is fortunate In having been able to arrange for the exclusive publication of this won- drousfy fascinating tale in this vicin- ky. If you have not already start "a. the story do % today. The pre- eeed,ne chapter was taken up largely w,tn in the introduction of the char aotera Ids Farmsr.)
 N. .S,pntinusd from Yesterday) ' ~Wsa he making love to you.
 .sf shouadn't call 1t that"
 would anybody else have cane1 N that H they had overheard it! Cias
 :.r 6on.t think vo."
 .wcr.t ~ vou tell me what 1t was
 Vscia w.ited. There is something ~o nernonal in every declaration or love. implied or direct, comphmen.aIy or ouegtionable, that a woman instinc- lively suards II. not nt necessarny s.nti' s ~acrod but with an Inherent sent'-
 Vioia Was unpracticed but not un-
 .T don:t see why you aslk.' she ven. tured. diplomatically. beginning to feel .he strein oe C1ay's silence ..,.,v s.beeae,ee he seemed 50 much In earn est, and because you seemed 90 much 1n oarneo&"
 weir. questioned Viola, still non
 sc2nk d3r0mutB0 0 IonOW eH0s win stand watching. Clay gaze. g,aIea of his jsalousy was seated
 ssHh stood | good deal tonight. Viola langhed. with . wish to Intro 3uce . playfulnsss into the colloquy. s4oua sstlat ho is . clever lawyer. and ~ouId aucceed in making a girl com mif herseH in some way to him be- foro dhe kneW it.
 n think that depends more on the w the giri feels" Viola rose ana croossd the room with an instinct oI drawine the boy's attention from Rnrdnrfh. There was an implied aS- uurance in the speech as Clay inter preted t, and, somewhat moll1fied, ne
 ~Weli. | don't want you to listen to Frank Hardmuth under the inn pression that he's the only chance in
 -Why. Clay whipplei' viola's se- ,-sr4fv WAS a resentment of the impll- cation that she had regarded Paro- muth as a chance at all. and was not an attempted Encouragement of the frnpeudiug declaration. courting you myself. Viola, don't
 "You haven't the girl replied, smil- snr in frank admiration of his direct ness: you've just been coming around
 .Hsve I gone with any other girl
 .lnd I've spoken to your uncle Jack nbout it" Clay continued.
 'To Uncle JackT
 .-Nobody told you to speak to Uncle
 .sNothsr did"
 ..Your motherr' Viola asked. The iucreasing number of Clay's advisers gave the question disturbing lm-
 .Yes." answered the young suitor; s.mother's got regular old-fashioneo ideas about boys and young ladies and she says If you think Viola likes sou. the honorable thing is to speak to her guardian ,
 "Oh, you thought that, did you! Viola was as piqued by the secure as sumption as she was complimented by lts consistency. But her tone only rave determination to the boy.
 Y certainly did" he answered.
 T can't imagine why"
 .T thought that because you're JacA Rroohfeld's niece, and nobody of his blood would play game that isn1 fair."
 No phrase could have been more un- fortunately chosen. Clay had meant V to apply only the coleSe oOy StaHu' ard of fair play In athletics, a depart ment in which Viola was not unin- formed But Brookffeld's profession had made the family hectic upon al aIlusions to 1t. The blood tingled tr viOla's cheek.
 .T wish you wouldn't always throw that up to me; 1t isn't our fault tha' ayncle Jacks a sporting man."
 'sWhy. vlola-I was prais1ng him, Clay said, impulsively, sighting thu forbidden ground on which he had in advertentty trod: and with that sure fatality that makes blunder multiply he added. ''I think your Uncle Jack' Che gamest man In Kentucky"
 'Nor that. either," Viola said. for 0iddingly; and then, with a surge o loyalty to the uncle whom she coul eee from where she stood, "I don criticize my Uncle Jack, but he's { aot better man than just a fighter o . -player-I love him for his biz
 go do l. If I'd "a thought yo, cared, I'd have said you were to, much like him at heart to let fellow come a-courting you if you meant t refuse him-rd have said that.ant chat was all that was in my mint when I asked about Frank Hard snuth" In consoling abandonment O the issue, he continued, "I don't car what Frank Hardmuth said. either, i St wasn't personal that way"
 Prank Hardmuth's nothing to me. Inc girls annoyance was reassuring.
 And he won't be, will he?" Cla! pleaded, boyishly. seating himself be Side her on the sofa and pering int (l~r~~ k1r% hA