The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-09-29

YOU BRING IT TO ME W
 There were still no signs of guilt in COElins> face.
 ~T was just going to make sure that it was the same package" he said in- nocent4y, hand1ngstt over at once.
 With the packet in an inside pocket of his coat, Blount put on his hat, had himself shot down the elevator and a few minutes afterward was renting a private box in the deposit vaults of a bank in the next street. When he re- turned to his office another touch of the electric button resummoned Col Hns
 ''Sit down." said BIount, indicating Q chair. 'I have been reasonably kind to you. haven't I, EredY'
 'TYea, sir; very kind indeed" was the clerks admission.
 "Fet you have let some one bribe you to be disloya1 to me- was the di- rect charge 'FWho was it, Collins? P
 @T don't know anything about it, MT. BIount If was going to die the next minute couldn't say anything differ ent"
 You've got to say something differ ent if you want to stay with me'' said the master dectsively. 'Did you know what was in that package you put ill the safe2''
 NO"
 'fYet you said you were untying it to see if it were the same package I gave you last Monday. You are lying, to me, Collins You opened my desk to hunt for the key, of the cash box. Sit tight in the boat. Pm not going to fire you merely want to know who hired you to do4this.''
 'Tf did 1t I must@ have done it in kE,- man would make and after trying a threat or two Blount dismissed him.
 This was the firsteof a series of incl dents all pointing toward the same eoncEusfon-tha some.one was evident Iy determined to let him have no pri- Yacy fin his correspondence. Unless he happened to be present when the mail was brought in it was pretty sure to show signs plainly indicating that 1t had been tempered with.
 BIount could think of only one ex- planation, and he accepted it without question The machine of which his father was the dictator had no con- science.
 Some of it's spies, doubtless working under instructions given by his father, were keeping tab on him, and the pur- pose of the espiaI was easily guessed. His statement made to his father across the dinner table in the Inter Mountain cafe had not been an empty boast The packet safely put away in the banks deposit vault contained aff1- davitE, sworn statements, evidences of fraud, and there were enough of them fully to substantiate everything he had said.
 That evening there was a reception given by Mrs. Irving Gordon, wife of the reform candidate for governor, and Bfount went, hoping that Patricia would be there. She was there, and the young man, in need of a confidant, wasted two good hours trying to get private speech with her. When his chance came 1t was only a half chance, since there was little privacy to be had in the crowded rooms
 'sIt is a question of conscience this fimeo he told her when she had agreed to sit out a dance with him in one cor ner of the canvas carpeted assembly room. "I have discovered positive evf- dence of frauds to be perpetrated in the election next Tuesday. How far am I justified in suppressfng this evf- denca1'
 'eAdercyr' she exclaimed. How you can bring a thunderbolt down upon one out of a perfectly clear sky! Is it ever right to shield criminals or crim- inality?"
 aAThat is just what should like to know" he persisted. At the present moment I am shielding not one crim- Enal. bus 2 good many"