The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-02
Lydia Love sniff.d indignantly.


 getting those wais all the of my 1ife and the offending communication cast angrily into the wastebasket as had been its eight predecessors.
 This job11 have me in the psychopathie ward in about week 1nore, rnuttercd the aggrieved Lydias and with a venonous swing of one arEn the arbiteE of afaires du w-athfully swept from the desk into the wastebasket full half hundred mora communications requesting AdE1ce for Young Lovers and drawing long, black cigar from his pocket, enet of it tentatively and then slowly inserted iH beneath the ragged fringe of his musiache Then he sat there caressing an aching head with an aGscs tionate. and tender palm. F
 Never againl' exclaimed Lydia Love seFventiy. Never again! This time swear of, and svFezG off for keeps. Gee! How my head -achesg' {
 Aunt Elvira, with grin, lifted his gaze from his mail. The daily renunciations and renorse of Lydia Love were as unfaing as the hum of che pFessess and yet they failed to evoke their tribute from him of the @FWoman's Page"
 Miss Lydia Love in her famous recitation, Double Crossing the Bar,'" he announced dramatically. q say, Lydia"
 He was interrupted by knock on the door; and large, square young appeared before them.
 My names Donnelly," he announced euEtly. q wan tuh Miss Lydia Love"
 Aunt E1vira, with debonar and DeIsaFtie SWoop of his pencil, indicated the other occupant of the room.
 There is Miss Love-" he said politely And don't believe it will take you long to all you to-"
 Donnely started and stared; and then he stared again. Then he rubbed his eyes carefully and focused them pains takngiy upon the indicateds and a great, surging joy swirled through him. be- ginning the ends of his toes and rushing tur- bulenty to the roots of his hair, and his hands c1enched and unclenched itchngly as he surveyed surIy grumpy, dissipationmar1ed male face instead of the classic female Eneaments and high, GrecIan forehead that he had expected to see-and had e1- pected face with such he1plessness that only his great love and the thoughts of his weeping Nellie had made it possible for him to carry out the plan he had begun.
 He turned to the man whose word in matters of the heart and hand had been his law.
 Are you Lydia Love?" he demanded eagerly hopefully and perhaps bit fearully, for he dreaded lest there might be some mistake.
 "Yes" grunted the other. "Wha' dyer want?"
 "An' there ain' no other Lydia Love, is there7" queried the osk4B auxiously.
 "Naw," was the surly response. "Wha' dyer want, anyhow?"
 Donne1ly didn't bother to make reply. He couldn't wait All through the long days and longer nights there had been swirling in his tortured brain the thought of Ne1lie's suffering, and his own-the throbbing of dashed hopes and the burning sting of future blasted. His cup of bitterness was full And he empted 1t at turn.
 Aunt Elvira and the oopy-boy looked on with infnite glee, and encouraged Donnelly with we'll timed advice and helpful comment. Lydia Love was not popular with her readers, and with them only because they knew her through print only and by her picture, which really that of stage, favorite of twenty years ago.
 And when, at length, Donuelly grabbed Lydia by one coat-ta1 and dragged him from under his desk the copy boy-for he had heard Lyda's assaiant say through tick of battle cry: Now you come along wit me,;-ran quickly to prevent any aid being given Lydia by the presiding genius of the elevator
 Thus it was that there interference as Donney dragged the arbiter of affairs of the heart out into the elevator and thence to the street
 Donnelly explained to the inquiring conductor of the car they boarded that he Twas on'y takiu' his frien' home, an he'd see he din make disoibaaee-
 They a1ighted at East Twelfth Street and with Donnely holding Lydia Love firmly by one aEuls they progressed a few doors eastward; and tEen up the cement steps and into the little hallway. And Donnely pushed the little button just above the ietter-box.
 There was an utter 1ull in the proceedings. Don- nelly stood silently triumphant. Lydia Love said things that he could never have printed.
 "'Is that you Nellie?" said Donelly, length, the speaking-tube. 'Yes it's Say, listen. Come down, will youh?... What?.... No, there's frien' O yourn down heTe.... Well not eggsactly friens but someone you'd ought tuh meet... No, can't stay long,. All right Dom be long"
 The ceremonial of introduction was quickly per- for1ned and Lydias and approval after all, was found be essential the question of the marriage ceremony And, though it late, the arbiter of affairs du occur left alone in the little hallway listen She retreating steps of pairs of feet the stairs.
 Whereat Lydia Love heard and needed the call of Bacchus and repaired to his convenient temple. It far away; for the followers of inc god New YorN are many, his ten1pses not ~-w; ans the Evening Gazette morning gave Balm to the Heartsick Advice to Young Lovers. Aad such was the sincerity and devouness of his worsIp that, by the time morning had again dawned, Lydia Love had forgotten completely the address oi those who had passed forever beyond his aid ana