The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1913-01-14
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81 dare say. 1 haven't your charming
j, knack, Ames, of picking up acquaint-
ances, so you mustn't expect me to
form lifelong friendships with young
women at cash desks. I suppose it
didn't occur to you that nose young
women who tend till and serve the
tables in there are persons OF educa-
ton and taste The Asolando is not a
common hashery. There's not girl in
that place who hasn't a social position
as good as yours or mine. The Aso-
lando's kind of fad, you know,
Ames: it's not tavern within the
meaning of the inkeepers' act, where
common swine are fed for profit The
servants serve for love of the cause;
it's sort of cult
Virgins excused himself shortly,
and 1 had a glimpse of him later, in
the writing room, engaged upon let
tiers, a fact in itself disquieting, for
Virgins never wrote letters. and it
was he who had favored making the
Hare and Tortoise writing room into
den for pipe smokers. The epistolary
ha bit, he maintained, was one that
should be discouraged
was moodily turning over the even
ing newspaper when Jewett turned up.
Jewett always knows everything. He
dropped the ball into the green of my
immediate interest with a neat ap-
proach shot.
"Too bad about olda Wiggy,'' he re-
marked with his preluding sigh.
! Whats the matter with Virgins p
! demanded.
"Ah! He hasn't told you? Thought
he told you everything"
This was meant for stinger, and /
felt the bite of it.
''You do me too much honor Wig
gins is not man to throw around his
condolences"
"And 1 rather fancy that his love
| affairs in particular are locked In his
, BOSOM
Jewett was a master of the art of
suggestion. He took an unnecessarily
long time to light cigar so that his
words might sink deep into my con-
seriousness.
"Saw her once last spring. Got a
sight draft from the Bank of Eros.
! Followed her across the muItitudinous
sea. Bangg'
But Wiggy hasn't been abroad
Wiggy was on his Dakota ranch all
summer. He's all tanned from the sun,
just as he is every faT1.''' persisted
Wrote you from out there, did he {?
| Sent you picture. postals showing him
herding his cattle or whatever the
beasts are? Kept in touch with you all
the time, did he? 1 tell you his fine
color is due to Switzerland. not Da-
kota.'
Virgins isn't a letter writer nor, the
sort of person who wants to paper your
house with picture postals. His not
writing doesn't mean that he wasn't on
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| ett's manner.
Never dropped you before. though,
1 wager he chirruped. 'I tell you,
he saw Miss Cecilia HOLSTER at the
Asolando teashop, just a glimpse, but
almost Immediately he went abroad in
pursuit of her. The chevalier-that's
her Aunt Octavia-was along and an
other niece. Ny sister saw the bunch
of them in Geneva, where the cheValier
was breaking records. A whole troop
of suitors followed them everywhere
My sister knows the girI-Cecilia-and
she's known Wiggy all her life She's
just home and told me about it last
night She thinks the cheva1ier has
some absurd scheme for marrying off
the girl. It's all very queer, our Wiggy
8eing mixed upsin it,
Don't be absurd. Jewett. There's
nothing unusual in man being in love.
That's one fashion that doesn't change
much. venture to say that Virgins
will prove a formidable. sutton Wig
gins is gentleman. and the girl would
be lucky to get him.
"Quite right, my dear Ames; but.
alas, there are others. The competi-
| ton is encouraged by the aunt, the
veteran chevalier. My sister says the
cheYalier seems to favor the suit of a
Nebraska philosopher who retoices in
the melodiOuS name of Dick.
| Jewett was playing me for all his
story was worth and enjoying himself
immensely.
For heavens sake, go on!'
Mice girl, this Cecilia You know
| the Hollisters-oodIes of money in the
family. The cheyalier's father scored
big in baby buggies-responsfble for
the modern sleep inducing perambu-
latorS; sold out to a trust. The IA
Their of Virgins inamorata had started
in to be a marine painter. A founder
| of this club, come to think of it. but
dropped out long ago. You have heard
of him-Bassford HOLSTER. Funny
thing his having to give up art. Great
! gifts for the marine, but never could
| overcome tendency to seasickness.
! Honest. Every time he painted a
wave it upset him horribly. The doc
tors couldn't help him. Next tried his
| hand at the big gulches downtown.
/ There was d chance there to hit off
| the metropolitan skyline and become
immortal by doing it first. but a new
trouble developed Doing the high
buildings made him dizzy Honest
He was good. too, and would have