The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-04-04

dicted her own story The result Of it all that about McCabe received another visitor, pale determined little woman dressed cheaply in black who forced her way into his office against the protest of his guardian office boy
 'I simply had to you personally MT. McCabe," said this young woman "Ive heard of you, and it's a very important natter
 'What is it?" asked McCabe, curtly.
 Newspapers are always anxious to get first news of the marriage of people of prominence aren't they?
 Surely"
 "And, if necessary, they will go to trouble and pense to get the facts, won't they?'
 What we pay you" growled McCabe depends what you give Tell your story please, prompt ly. I'm a busy man.
 The woman's face grew crimson. She small and delicate and shabby, but there quiet dig nifty about her that shamed McCabe for the moment. "Im asking for pay," she went quietly, "but I do want you to confirm what tell you I have to believe that my sister off last night and was married-
 "Is she the prominent person?"
 "No," she answered, ''but the man she married is"
 "Who is your sister,"
 "Her name is Florence Stevens
 "Where does she liver"
 "At TIP Reservoir Street"
 "And what is your name?
 "Id rather not tell you-I think, perhaps. my hus- band might be offended at my coming here"
 "Im not likely to tell him." said McCabe "Who is the she married?"
 Robert J. Walker, ,Jr."
 McCabe thought himself trained to wonder at noth- ing, but he gave little jump at that. "How do you know?" he asked. "Tell the circumstances"
 The woman turned to him appealingly. "Im in trouble MT. McCabe" she said Florence is good gir but she is young and very affectionate She's stenographer in Mir. Walkers office Last night she stayed out until three o'clock and when questioned her she told me she had been married to that young She said it was to be kept secret for the present, in order that the elder MT. Walker might not be offended. Early this morning she got note and went out for half hour. When she came back she denied the story she had told and said she had manufactured it the spur of the moment to escape scoldng. I then asked her where she had been last night. She said she ha been out riding in MT. Walkers motor and they had accident and that accounted for the late return
 Tears came into the woman's eyes "Mr. McCabe she continued tremulously, something underhand is being done Florence made me promise last night to say nothing of the marriage but can't sit still and see her compromised without doing what can. Since mother and father died. all she has,"
 "Where did this marriage take pl"ce?'
 "She would not tell me- but she said that they went across the State line in the automobile"
 "One moment" said McCabe. He called to the com posing room for proof of the auto accident story and it came down immediately through the pneumatic tube. It stick in length and said simply that young Walker had accidentally smashed into lamp pcSt and wrecked his Then McCaDe rang TOT Rogers
 "Was no one in the with Walker last night when the smashup occurred?" he asked that gentle 
 IT Rogers felt any uneasfness he did not betray it. "No," he said, "at least there nothing said of anyone else in the police report. lked with John son. who made the report, and he also said that Wal ker alone'
 "Thats all," said McCabe.
 "But she with him. cried the woman when Rogers had left.
 "I'u look into" began McCabe, when the tele- phone on his desk buzzed assertively. G. T. was at the other end of the line.
 "AIr. Walker has just been in to see me-" he said "and told me of the accident last night and why he wants it kent out of the paper. There doesn't seem to be much in the story. and I'd like to obl1ge him. You know. MT. McCabe'-NcCabe grunted at the lrr; it wcs an indication that their compensation of the r2cr-inr was s.i! rernemhared"I have never in terfercI motors Of this sort. stood by you in vour f~h+S vith the citv and State machines-and lest all the no1+incl adS in consequence stood by you in vorr medicine f~ht-and lost that bus ness But you know we're i'll devishly ticklsh