The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-07-28

y 1t, and we'll fix the paytn' to~sutt all hands. -'Tain't as if the child was in want I've got some money of my own. and what's n1anels hers. think we needn't 1vorTy,s about the money part
 k "God bless yousaCgzusi IH- ''Yes. all right. Ensure your 5asizin' for the blessin' 'Lstbe a great help. Now, you do your Apart and I'll do mine. No one KNOWS of this business but me. I didn't ten Everdean a sword. He don't aknow %svIy hustled out there and back nor egwhy asked so many questions. Andhhe, .ain't the kind to pry into what don't concern him. So you're pretty safe, caF1ate. Now, if you don't mind, Iawish you'd run along home. 1'm-I'm used up, sort of.''
 MT. Atkins arose from his knees. Even then, broken as he zvas-he looked ten years older than when he entered the room-he could hardly believe what he had Just heard.
 4EYou mean," he fa1tered- Cyrus, do you mean that-that you're not going to reveal this-this"-
 'That I'm not goin' to ten on you7 fYup; that's. what I mean You get rid of Thomas and sque3chse that law case and Tn keep mum. You can trust me for that-''
 "But-but, Cyrus, the people at You're nots-
 'tNo; they needn't know, either. 1t'n be between you and me-"
 e'God bless you! I'll never forget
 '@That's right You mustn't. Forget tim Is the one thing you mustn't do. And, see here, you're boss of the polfd- cal fleet in Bayport; you steer the school committee now. Phoebe Dawes ain't too popular with that committee. I'd see that she was popularized." 'rYes, yes; she shall be. She shall not be disturbed. Is there anything Nelse I can doP'
 'fWhy, yes, guess there is. Speakdn' Of popularity made me think of it. That harbor appropriation had better go through"
 A very faint tinge Of color came into the congressman's chaIky face. He hesitated in his reply.
 1T don't know about that, Cyrus he said. 'EThe bill will probably be voted on in few days. It is made up and''-
 'aThen I'd strain pint and make 1t over I'd work real hard on tt I'm sorry about that sugar river, but caP- late Bayport' Fl have to. come first. Yes, itn have 10. Heman; it sartin wiI1.'
 The reference ito the. sugar river" was the final straw. Evidently this man knew everything.
 1ITH try my best" affirmed He man. ''Thankz you,1 Cyrus. You have za vs--E,k to expect"
 'FYes, I .guessaIzhave. Why do I do itT' He smiled, and shook his head. ''Wez1, [ don't know. .-F For two reasons maybe-arBt, I'd hates tosbe. responsible for tippin' oyer sach d sky towerin' idol as you've been to make ruins for Angie Phinney and the other black birds to peck at and caSE over. and. second-weIl, it does sound d4presumin', don't it2 But kind of pity you Say, Heman," he added, with a chuckle, '.thatss azlk4ndsof distinction in a way, afnAt it? A. good many folks have hurraz1edso you and worshtped you Some of Fem, | guess likely, have en- vfed you; but, bys thesbag d1pper, T do believe I'm the only one in st11is round world that ever p1t4ed you! GoodbyI The elevators right down the han.''
 
 Honorable Atkins to ywa1k down that corridor and press the elevator button. But he did it somehow. A guest came out of one of the rooms anfisapproach- ed him as he stood there. It was a man he knew. Heman squared his shoulders and Asets everyS nerve and muscle
 Good evening, eMr.- A taxfnss'' said the man. "A miserable night, isn't ttT'
 ''Mdserab1e, indeed.,'' replied the con- gressman. The strength in. his voice surprisedA him. The man passed on. Heman descended in the elevator and walked steadily through the crowded lobby and out to the curb, where his cab SFaS&waIting. The4 driver noticed nothing ystrange in his fares eappear- ance. He noticed nothing strange when theSzAtk1ns residence was reach ed and. it's tenant mounted the. stone steps and opened the door with shts Iatchkey. Butsif .teshad seen the dig niffed form coiapseFin library. chair and moan and rock back and forth until the morning hours he would have wondered very much indeed.
 Meanwhile Captain Cy, coughing and sl1ivering by the. radiator, had been 4sumxnonedHfrom that awaEm ha- ven by knock gatah4s door. A A@bel1- boy fst6odf ats the 'stfreshoads saoldfhg4a brown senEelope 1n his ghand.
 ''The clerk sent this up ito you, sir,'' he'sa4d. :'Ttt came a SweekEago. When you wept faway 4yea didn't 71eavesa any address, ! and sWhatever sietters came for you were ysent backato sBayport, Mass. The clerk says you%Tegtstered from$4heTe,. sir. But he skepttfhis >tele- gram. It wass1n@ your ssfoox,t ands the day clerk ssforgotsto give 1t tOsyo1 this afternoons'
 The captain tore open the envelope. The telegram svvas from his lawyer, MT. Peabody. It was dated a week before and read as follows:
 Come home at once. Important.