The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-03-26

I reCkOu COulU, Sdiu N1T uTSCi "I reckon there ain't anybody on this island can dicker for property as good as can."
 "It's bargain, then, is it?'' inquired Kelvin.
 ""Yes. reckon it is. Begins righ, now. don't it?"
 "Begins right now"
 i'T think that will be about all fol the present" said Kelvin and rose tt go
 CHAPTER XVI. {" HE stranger went back to New York on the same train with Kelvin. As was quite natural \ he took the subway where Kel' win did and followed into the same car. He also left the train at the same uptown station, and Kelvin noticed with a frown that he followed up the street. When Kelvin and Sam turned in at their hotel. however. the man passed on. and Phillip convinced him. self that the thing had been merely a coincidence. It did seem to him. how eer, that wherever he went recently ] he found some poorly dressed stranger with him. always a different man. but always having that indefnable air of heing a workman out of job. That night the stranger in an obscure lodging house wrote a long and la- boriously scrawled letter, which he aftcrward translated into cipher. to George Blagg at Forest Lakes. and Kelvin in his splendidly furnished apartments at the expensive Esplanade wrote full report of his days doings to Henry Breed, also at Forest Lakes.
 Kelvin seemed to be going in rather extensively for real estate, for the morning found him boring over an immense hand drawn map of New York city whereon three large sec tions were blackly shaded. While he was copying some figures one Patsy McCalken, a red faced man with a mole on his nose, was announced. To him Kelvin displayed the blot over which he had been busy and asked pertinent questions about 1t.
 "It's no use. Mir. Kelvin" announced Mir. McCalken. 'T don't know who's behind you unless its old Henry Breed, but the man don't live that ,can swing them precincts away from the big chief. And you say there's nawthin' doin' with him."
 "But they're your precincts" object ed Kelvin. 'I am told that they lie in the hollow of your hand: that they vote as you tell them to the last man: that they'd follow you into the river"
 MT. McCalken only grinned. "Any- how. there's no chance on earth. no matter how much was-no matter how strong the arguments that might be held out"
 "Ar right. then" concluded Kelvin briskly. eff you can't swing that dis trict to my principal I'll have to take it away from you"
 MT. McCalken's grin became a gulf flaw. When you do that" said he. taking his hat. "I'll say you're L-g- ger man than Dick Croker ever was."
 "We expect to make Mir. Croker a dim and faded memory of ineffective ness." announced Kelvin, smiling and looking at his watch.
 His next caller was of different type Hello. Pellman." said Phillip heartily. coming forward to shake hands with him. "It's as good to see you as 1t was to hear your voice over the phone the other day. How are things coming with you?"
 Rotten. thank you." confessed Pell- man, with a wry smile. "I don't mind admitting that you broke me so com pletely I can't start anything big enough to inspire confidence"
 ''Would it inspire any confidence if you were known to be engineering the most enormous real estate deal ever consummated in New York P Pellman's eyes began to brighten. 'It would have to be a big one," he warned.
 Would you call it big one to buy these districts?" And Kelvin indicated the three shaded spots on his map. Buy themr' gasred Pellman. He barely glanced at the map and then surveyed Kelvin in astonishment. "Why, man. He paused. Words were lame things.
 "Well. I want them," declared Kel. win. ''The reason I have sent for you is = As,r,,r-