The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-05-17
OVERNIGHT
 By Philip H. Bartholomew
Copyright, 1911. by the Story Press
 Corporation.

N0pyr1Suts 1S11, Dy the story tTeSs
 Corporation.
 Novelized from the play of that name to be presented at Polls Thea Ire by The Poli Players during the week beginning May IS, matinee and night.
 Chapter I.
 1fiss Patchen and her niece, Caro- line Powers, were sitting on the main deck of the S. S. Henrik Hudson when the steamer dropped her gangplank again at another stop on the east bank of the river. The elder of the two women. a severely plain spinster of uncertain age. looked up quickly as the purSer hurried along the deck. and tartly demanded to know what they were stopping for-receiving the bIAnd reply that they had stopped to let people on Flashing him a. swift rebuke she buried her nose in a mag &zine again.
 TT wonder what place this is." she S5keulated suddenly as she glanced up at the little white town nestling in the hills. The patient young girl be- side her sighed indifferently. "Now what did I do with my time-table?" ?" she went on. fluttering and dropping the magazine. Again the young girl sighed indiRerently. "I know. it's iu my black bag in the left hand pock- ct" lliss Patchen asserted in a deter mined way. 'I always make a point of having . place for everything.
 ~And never have anything in its p1sce." Caroline ventured. as she dis. covered that her amt was sitting or tho timetable. 'sWhat a beautiful view. Auntie," tho girl murmurei ecstatically. rHaven't those trees the most gor.eous autumn ycolors you ever hnwe. seen? Why. see over there tc the left. that bridge Its Pough- ksspsis.' she. cried. running to the deck ouard to look over. She re- called having seen young Rivers. who 1l1st then sauntered along. at the din- nsr the week before. She bowed dis. tnnxly as slae mentally took note for tke Arst time that this gay youth was good looking.
 sT was wondering why 1t took you half m hour to buy one magazine 2 her aunt observed. leaping to suspic- ious oopclusions at once. No fas- cinatine youngster of that sort would waste hls time on the Albany day b6ax without purpose, she knew. AnA Cafollne Powers was too gener. ounay endowadsWft this worlds goods eo be lightly considered by any such as1uallv an Rfvarx
 ssWhy don't you bring him over and prosemt him to mol AS your chaper- o1fe, I'm surs it,s no more than prop G. Bes1des." she added significantly, Fl llks his loolks"
 R WnO not long before Rivers mus Senfo0 up courage enough to join them. sR'RtveF4. did xouu say7" the elder vouan demanded sharply as she was njnng presented. ''Rivers, yes, Riv- Ms," she repeated in a far-away tone. 1T won't forget the name. You see. q believe in the association of ideas. D6 yon fnow what that is?" she de- x,anded. Rivers murmured a polite negnAfve end she hurried on. Its a apIendid syBtem for remembering f1,1nes. when want to rernember a thing simply associate # with some thing else, and there you are.'s
 "Oh ysA I see."' muttered Rivers blankly. 'There you are.'
 s.Now in your case" she went on olaeidating her system.E"Oh. I bee sour pardon-what is your name a.ain 2"
 -Rfvsrs-same name, same name. ha retorted suspiciously.
 well. shall remember the little proverbe'an rivers flow to the sea-
 '-Cunning idea," whispered Riverl an1de to the giggling Caroline. "And you have . little proverb like thai dbf sverybody?" he demanded.
 There b a woman on board here q lGrs- Toledo-
 Cleveland. auntie," corrected Caro-. line wearily.
 ''Oh, yes. I remember placing hel in the state of Ohio." Miss Patcher miled. unpsrtmbed-
 Just as they uttered her name. al if by magic the lady from Ohio came gushing excitedly between them. Mrs Patchen nervously presented Rivers as Sea, and found herself presently calling her Mrs. Ohio. Rivers called her Mrs. Ohio, too. The Patchen syS tenn was working and Rivers con. gratulated himself. He might be able to remember his own name after . time under Mrs Patcher's tutelaEe.
 "Auntie never married" Caroline was telling Rivers in an embarrassed way, as if an explanation of her pecu. liarfties were due, as they hung ovel the deck guard and talked softly ssAnd to fill this void and disappoint ment, she has taken up things like the association of ideas, mental sug. geotion and hypnotism.'
 Can she hynotize2" Rivers begget cr1ftily.
 "Oh no, but she reads all about f and wishes she could If you wan her to believe you just let her try t, hypnotic you sometime" the youn, Rirl laughed. And she went on to as Gnre him that though her Aunt Caro- ltne had often tried her skill on al whom she knew, she had woefull, failed Tn short, she was far iron dangerous Then their idle talk drift "a 10 Kettle. the bridegroom on board Yes. Rivers had known him, in col loge. He was a peculiar chap whom people usually dubbed Baby Kettle His mother-one of the chief leader of the Votes for Women Society was very strong minded. But i seemed that Kettle was not. Nobod. knew, In the least, what his brid, could be like. but Rivers had his sus picions He know the kind of womel that puerile men married, and he wa these modern Minervas look to. them Anyway ha waa more inter