The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-07-12

have a bath of your own and don't smoke in the drawing room"
 Fred was always lucky devn.
 I had been there now for six years. I had helped to raise two young Knox es-bully youngsters, too (the oldest one could use boxing gloves when he was four )-and the finest collie pup in our end of the state. wanted to raise other things. The boys liked pets, but Edith didn't care for animals.
 On the day that Margery Fleming came to me about her father INwent home in a state of mixed emotion. Dinner was not q quiet meal. Fred and talked politics generally, and as Fred was on one side and I on the oth- CT there always was an argument on.
 What about Fleming?" asked at last when Fred had declared that in these days of corruption no matter what the government was he was flor ninst" it. "HasnH he been frightened into reform" 2"
 Bad egg,'' he said, jabbing his pota- to as if it had been politician, "and there's no way to improvea bad egg except to hold your nose. That's what the public is doing holding it's nose.''
 Hasn't he daughter" I asked casually.
 "Tes--a lovely girl, too." Edith as- scented. It is his only redeeming quail ity.''
 "Fleming is rascal. daughter or no daughter" Fred persisted. .Ever since he and his gang got poor Butler into trouble and then left him to kill him self as the 0hly lys way out IThave felt that there was something coming to all of them-Hansen, Schwartz and the rest saw Fleming on the street to- day"
 "What!'' exclaimed, almost jump t ing out of my chair.
 Fred surveyed me Quizzically.
 Hasn't he daughterp'. he quot ed. "Yes, saw him, Jack, this very day in an unromantic four wheeler, and he was swearing at policeman
 'sWhere WAS it?'
 Chestnut and Union. His cab had aged, but the gentleman refused to get out. No doubt you could get the de tails from the corner man.'
 Look here, Fred,' I said earnestly. "Keep that to yourself, will you? And you too Edith? It's queer story, and I'll tell Bou some time."
 As we left the dining room Edith put her hand on my shoulder
 Don't get mixed up with those peo- pie, Jack" she advised. aMargery's a dear girl, but her father practically killed Henry Butler, and Henry Butler married my cousin"
 You needn't make it q family af- .fair,'' I protested. ''I have only seen the girl once"
 But Edith smiled. 'sI know what I know she said. "How extravagant of you to send Bobby that enormous bobby horse!"
 'The boy has to learn to ride some time. Tn four years he can have a pony, and d'm going to see that he has its He'll be eight by that time." D EdHh laughed
 "In four yearsr' she said 'sWhy, ir four years you'll be forty, .Jack!- An6 it'sa mighty unattractive man whs gets past forty without being soughl and won by some woman. You'll be buying''-
 q will be thirty-nine," said, witt dignity, .and if I marry-if I do-i < will be some girl who turns and run: D tEae other way every time she sees me. The oldest trick in the box" Editf scoffed. Whats that thing Fred's al ways quoting: "A woman is like < shadow; follow her, she flies; fly from her, she follows
 "Upon my wordE' said indignantly "And you are womAn!''
 "I'm different" she retorted. s1'n only wife and mother"
 Tn the library Fred got up from hi' desk and gathered up his papers. '' can't think with you two whispering there," he said. "I'm. going to thu den.n
 As he slammed the door into hi: wofkroom Edith picked up her, skirts and scuttIed after him.
 s'How dare you run away like that l? she called. "Yop promised mel The door closed behind her.
 I went over and spoke through tht panels.
 "'Follow her, she flies; fly from her she follows. Oh, wife and mother!' called.
 "For heavens sake, Edithv' Fred's voice rose irritably. "If you and Jack are going to talk all evening go ant sit on his knee and let me alone The way you two fiirt under my nose is | scandal. Do you hear that, Jackr'
 Good night, Edith.'' I called. q have left you a kiss on the upper lef hand panel of the door And I wan to ask you one more question Wha if I fly from the woman and sht dAo-n'f fnlInwY'