The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-05-17

Come in."T sa Lew was in a gale of excitement. He greeted the ladies affably; he turned to the young people. so well; glad to see you in such goof companyI' And, then to Jack, in tri. umph: I've got him!' - Got whom ?a said Brookfield. r, Hardnuth Detectives been hunt ing him all day, you know ..-4ss d He,s caught, you say?' Helen ask
 No; but I've t-eed him. Ellingel turaed to Brookfiefd. .And thought I'd just have a word with you before passfng the tip. He's nearly put me in the poor-hOuse with nls ralos and closing laws, andy see chance to get even.' In what way?" Broolkf1eld,. asked
 They've been after him nearly tWenty-four hours-mornings papers going to offer a. reward for him. and l understand the State will also. Il l had a little help I'd hide him for a gay gay or two, and then surrender him
 Where is Hardmuth?''
 ''Naturally." Brookfield commented
 You remember Big GeorSe?" ss.sss
 The darkey3' Kelly's''
 "Yes''
 Hes therein Big Georges cot tage-long story" Lew turned with an air of Importance to the ladies' Big Georges wife-that is-she-'' Ellinger hesitated as his eyes fell on Viola. Well, his wife used to be the pantry-mafd for Hardmutt's moth CT. When they raided Kellys game Big George pretended to turn States evidence, but he really hates Hard smuth like rattfer-so it all comes back to me. You see, if I'd win a to slip George ten goin' out" This explanation was unctiously given to the ladies: Your luck always stays by you if you divide a little with a THE WTTCHING-4z.
 nigger or a hump back, and in k,ouis- vile it's easier to find a nfgger. So-''
 He's there now?" Brookfield inter
 aYes He wants to get away. He's got two guns, and he'll shoot before he gives up. 90 I'd have to con him some way. Georges wife is to open the door to Kelly's old signal-you re. then one.'s Ellinger acted out the sig nal, rapping on the table.
 Where fs the cottage?'
 Hundred and seven Jackson St. little door,yard-border of arboy vitae II.
 Jack took sheet of paper and en- velope from the table-rack and began to write. :.
 -One knock. then two. and then one?'s he asked, without looking up.
 What you goin' to do?" Ellinger inquired, alertly.
 sSSent for him,
 'sWho you going to send ?'' There was a suggestion of physical recoii as thei old sport asked the question
 .That boy theres' Brookdefd answer
 ..aMsg, Clay rose to his feet.
 "oh no-no!'' Helen exclaimed.
 sAnd my niece, Brookfield added.
 'eWhatr' Viola cried. in alarm. 'To arrest man?'' s-sAa's
 My machine is at. the door, '' Broookfeld instructed slay. "Give Hardmuth this note-he will come with you quietly. Bring him here We will decide what to do. with him after that.''
 "I can't allow Viola to go on such an errand," Mrs. Campbell protested to her brother
 When the, man she has promised to marry is going into danger ?" Brookfield upbraided his sister.
 ''If MT. Hardmuth will come for that note, why can't I deliver ft?" Viola inquired, with an underlined im- pulse for the heroic.
 You may" her uncle answered, smiling, eff Clay will let you" He extended the note to the girl; Clay took it from him before Viola could do SO.
 sTll hand it to him. II hope so,'' Brookfield answered. He took his fur coat and goggles from the chair where he had laid them.s Take these,'' he said, handing them to Clay. "RemeInber: one rap. then two, than one" sya
 T understand,' said the boy; mum ber-"
 Hundred and seven Jackson St."
 T protest Mrs. Campbell once more interposed.
 .sSo dc T." said Helen, Joining her.
 Jack turned to the younger couple.
 You're both of age-I ask you to do it. If you & giye asas'sa asramuth bt the and with a lady beside him you'll ger
 "comer said Clay, decisively. to- Viola.
 T ought to be in the partyr' Ellin-
 "No," Brookfeld commanded, ''you stay here.''
 .That's scandalous!" Mrs. Campbell in high dugdeon with her brother
 aBut none of us will start the scan- dal, will we?" Brookfeld asked his sister, in aggravating calm.
 Helen turned to him and said: Clay knows nothing of that kind of work. A man with two guns-think of it!'
 After he's walked barehanded up to a couple of guns 8 few times he'll quft fearing men armed only with a scarf-pin," Brookfield replied.
 eTt's cruel to keep constantly refer ring, to that-mistake of Clay's. II want to forget it.
 Jack took Helen's hand tenderly in his own.
 .sThe way to forget it, my dear Helen. is not to guard it, a sensitive spot in your memory. but to grasp It as the wise ones grasp a nettle-crush all it's power to harm you in one cou- rageous contact We think things are caIamities and trials and sorrows only names: they are spiritual gym nastics, and have an eternal value when once you confront them and make them crouch at your feet. Say once for all to your soul, and thereby to the world: Yes, my boy killed a man because I'd brought him up a half -effeminate, hysterical weakling; but he's been through the fire. I've been through the fire, and we're both the better for it.'''
 .'L can say that truthfully," Helen half sobbed, ''but I don't want to make a policeman of him just the same" She withdraw her hand from Jacks and, on the verge of tears, went Campbell who added, disap approvingly.
 1nff