The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-12-11

ItEEh who certainly must have con-
 S@- realed angels wings under his
 threadbare coat. MT. Doty was sym
 pathetic: Afr. Doty understood. In
 NIatt's case nothing could be simpler;
 the sea for the sailor, of course, and
 they would go right off to his good
 friend, Captain Jim Bain, who owned | half the coasting craft out of
 Oh, but Matt wished to stay in 1 Manaswan! Oh, the old story-I see I see-a young lady, and all the rest
 of it! We'll, well, well! Let MT. Doty l think, let MT. Doty think!
 Half an hour afterward Matt was
 formally engaged as physical instruc-
 tor to the Young Mems Christian as-
 sociation at a salary of $6O a month.
 Unlike it's sisters elsewhere, the Man
 aswan Y. M. c. A. was poorly sup
 ported, either by the moneyed peo- pie of the town or the horde of Hitter ate foreigners whom it was intended to uplift.
 Mfr. Cummins, the superintendent a l very low voiced young man with eye glasses, laid less stress on Matt's capabilities as a physical instructor than whether he would be prepared to l 'help out'' That had been the trouble with the previous instructors-they
 
 out cheerfuIly2 Matt promptly re- piled that he would. and smiling broad ly to prove it, inquired for a more precise definition of helping out.
 This, it seemed, included washing the gymnasium windows, scrubbing the gymnasium floor, drying the bath ing suits, cleansing the swimming tank, checking the towels, doing what ever painting! or vanishing was re- quired in the building. oi1ing and clean Ing dozen typewriter machines, and volunteering g-cAeerfully-for any fur ther services that might be needed. Matt's answers were so satisfactory that he soon found himself on the roof, in a suit of borrowed overalls, assist ing a deaf and dumb Swede in re- shfngEing it. In this work and others he passed the day, and in the evening be taught in the gymnasium.
 By 10 the gymnasium was clear, and he was free to return home, the tfredest man in AIanaswan, and the happiest. He had got a job; he had already won praise; he foresaw promo tion and Chrisl He sat down and scratched off a glad little note; the good news was too big to keep; Chris should learn by the mornings mail that he had been unexpectedly-glorf- ously-successful
 At breakfast there was one from her. which he tore open and read with sickening, deadly disappointment It ran:
 Dearest-It did not seem right not to tell papa, and now all that is left of me is 9 poor, limp little coward in the blackest disgrace It was worse than his being cross.I could have stood that-but he took it dreadfu11y more than can ever bring myself to tell you. I have promised not to you for three whole months l and not to write to you again except this ] and promised for you too. to do the | same. Please. please don't blame me too | much or reproach me. I had no choice l really had not-and even the three 1 months was tremendous concession. He ] insisted would forget you in three | months, and it seemed wiser to take it as | a sort of challenge, specially when he said 1 would be grateful to him all the days of | my life. must just show him. that three | months won't make the least, tiny differ 1 ence-and then say. papa can't help it, but love him more than ever. My. dar- ling, will, will, I will. And do not doubt 1t or my heart will break. He has right to know that it Is seriouss hasn't he? That's what he said over and over again till gave way.
 am determined not to wait minute longer than that papa or no papa, and what you must do is to work hard and be able to support us when the time comes. have to take your answer for granted, soIernnly promised you 1 would not write to Please don't, my darling. for otherwise you will add to my disgrace and make papa think have no
 We're going to Washington today, so that I may be distracted" I shall be that in all truth, but not in papa's sense, and with a heart like lead at leaving you. Don't blame me too much for I love him 100, you know, better than anything in the world except you. Try not to feel too badly, and remember I shall be thinking of you every minute of the time. dread to stop, as have said everything so bad ly. but it is not the you I love if you do not understand You will, won't you? And love me better than ever, and don't forget that will come. CHRIS
 Matt reread the letter many times, and his first sensation of utter aban- donment impercepubly altered to more sanguine view. They were both saved at least the shame of a clandes- line affair, with it's unavoidable and discovery. Better to tell the general than to let him find out. Chris had been right there-bravely right. Three months would give Matt time to solidify his position in the Y. M. o. A. and apply leverage to that s60 month. The world that loved a lover surely included MT. Cummins. Besides, helping out.. cheerful in- structor would soon be worth that ex- 5ra $15.
 The days that followed in the '. M. o. A. were like the first, and by de- grees the world contracted till it con sisted of nothing but the Y. M. c. A. 1t one end and Mrs Sattane's at the other, with a mile of streets between. Yet Matt was not unhappy. You need etsure to be unhappy, and he was sus- -ained, moreover, by a determination Q succeed. That he was doing so was ndubitable, and MT. Cummins was itself.
 Altogether, the new instructor had rood reason to be satisfied and might ook forward to a raise in salary as something he had well earned. He would not overreach himself, however, y asking for it prematurely. He was