The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-12-20

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 Auten dropped his eyes If the game kod changed, he said, "I wouldn't be thinking as am now of shipping over with you to-morEow I'm down and ou what with the ranch foreclosed, and all debts I've got notes out overdue There's Johnny-eops GOV ering my tran only dast to come out after dark Toe frowned He divined the touch of itching palms.
 eff it wasn't fox-another natter-that may pull me through" Nigger hesitated "a I'd like in troduce you tonight I'd have out aboard to re- enlist the minute you got in. The Service is always a home for of us, like the workhouse for a hobo Curse the old ocean, and come along with me here now"
 The car had stopped, and the pair stepped of into the dark of the strange city After all, Joe had but wish the rock of rnonotony, and the stream of adventure flowed
 ~Over there" said Auten, pointing to ring of bright lights up a cross-streef- "And shake 1t up. UJndesirabaes that call themselves bailifs have me spotted. You still off the booze? and gun-sly of dames?"
 .1'l take seltzer" said Joe, attacked by his in born caution
 They passed under the lelts which spelled 'NNar- ratah Saloon" and perched themselves upon stools in the private bar" At once a tallish, tanscendent creature with amber and copper-dust hair round ed her ears, took shape behind the row of brass taps She half closed her long 1ashes upon Auten, and cheek swelled the of her tongue He wined back at her, directing her glance upon Joe
 
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 'eHe,s wooden with girl" explained Auten Knows more about them than you do ot torpe- does. Miss Cadbury, MT. Terry.
 "Ah, it, stow it,, said Joe, writhng with dlfh- dence.
 '~We'n be friends, I'm sure," bowed the barrnad, with smile.
 Toe rnumb1ed and braced shy right hand across the counter with his left he grabbed at his hat hustered and left it rakishly The girl accepted his offer, and bounced his fist back the har with
 "She's the spoke of, Joe, why I'm not ship ping over with the outfit said Ailten. She owns property That is her old does, and an interest in this house Eh, Irene?"
 They talked bar business It surely seemed to Joe case of marry for them. Nigger showed eager ness to possess her and settle down. Irene tender socitude toward him. which her resplendence some what be1ed until they touched upon his debts. "Ain't settled a that?" put in Auter mpatientfy. "If the batter don't come across by tomorrow. rm shipping over. I give him that fiat, last night'
 cit an't in sailor ever to any quids is if, Mir. Terry?" she asked wistfu1ly. sYou must have lot of the world. Ow do you like 'arbor?" "ts-it's good holding ground, stammered Joe, red dening at her attention Good, even compared with Rio-'
 "I like your friend" in Irene Nigger And then she narrowed her yellow eyes upon Joe as she had upon his old shipmate, adding: T don't know that I've smarter uniform So much becoming than most of sailorn1en. How old is he Nigger"
 Arten did not answer Joe hitched himself Up upon his seat. sudden bravery bravado, masculine assertion seemed to strike down and srpplat his shy ness The faded from his His jaw muscles twitched slightly, and then set into challenging pectant smile
 Eyes in the boat, there Rene," commanded Mig ger with forced 1ightness
 Joe leaned forward upon the bar, oblivious and nostened his lips. Auten studied him with scowl
 He's dangerous man," Nigger added, after pause, coldly fYou to look for him.
 But meanwhile Irene without taking her eyes off Joe, had measured drink of Scotch, and filled the glass with soda, although neither had ordered anything. Now she slid the drink Auten, and, fac ing him, asked, "What Fl Jack here have?'
 "Iemon-1emon squash" brstled Ngger. That's all he ever drinks A shot of whiskey d land him in the brig"
 "Noi Got any rye?" Joe interrupted horsely; and without waiting for answer, ordered, Gimme a brandy then
 Nigger bit his lip Look here, you toy soldier hotnebreaker you" he began. But as Joe, stiff as iron and like deaf grasped the brandy bottle which Irene had handed him, Nigger tried to draw1 to her. Co easy with him, We can't have kid like little Joe down and out your hands"
 "Then you oughtn't to have brought him here" she reproached him. should have up home Will he be in town 1ong?"
 Making hit with you, he is," growled Ngger draining his glass savagely-
 '"Oh no fear It's only his rig like" she bar.tered You might look dressed like him. 1 wish I'd known you when you shp.' She continued 0 eye Joe drearni1y Something about his admired get-p seemed disturb her, for she leaned forward and with both hands smoothed the knot in his black scarf, nurmurng satisfied "Therep-as she drew back with her head side.