The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1913-10-14

effective powers of resistance to every
Establishment that went beyond strict
est proprfety. His ardOr cooled sud
denly when Harris served summons
in a suit for $4,000 damages for
breach of promise.
Even while this affair was still in
the course of execution Mary found her
self engaged in a direction that offered
at least the hope of attaining her great
desire-revenge against Edward Gill
der THIS opportunity came in the
person of his son, Dick. After much
contriving, she got an introduction to
that young man. Forthwith she show
ed herself so deliciously womanly, so
intelligent, so daintily feminine, SO
singularly beautiful that the young
man was enamored almost at once.
The fact thrilled Mary to the depths
of her heart for in this son of the mau
whom she hated she saw the instru-
ment of vengeance for which she had
SO Ionged. Yet this one thing was so
vital to her that she said nothing of
her purposes, not even to Agg1e,
though that observant person may
have possessed suspicious more or less
near the truth.
It was some such suspicion that lay
behind her speech as, in negligee, she
sat smoking a cigarette, while watch
ing Mary, who was adjusting her hat
before the mirror of her dressing table
one pleasant spring morning
"Dollin' up a whole lot, amt your
Aggie remarked affabIy, with. that lax
1ty of language which characterized
her natural moods.
st have a very important engage
ment with Dick Glider" Mary replied
TRANQUILITY.
mice boy, amt hep Aggie ventur-
ed insinuatingly.
"Oh, suppose so,'' came the indff-
ferent answer from Mary as she tilted
the picture hat to an angle a tri1e
more jaunty.
ST don't get you, Mary. You never
used to look at the men. The way you
acted when you first run round with
me, I thought you sure was a suf-
fragette. And then you met this
young GiIder-and-good night, nurser'
"sWen?'
''His old man sends you up for
stretch for something you didn't do,
and you take up with his son like
"And yet you don't understands
There was scorn for such gross stupid
1ty in the musical voice.
Aggie choked little from the cigar
0IL0 S1OhG DIS SnG gave gasp wien
suspicion of the truth suddenly dawn
ed on her slow intelligence.
ssHulfy gee!'' Her voice came in a
treble shrek Of apprehension. "Tm
wiser
ftBut you must understand this
Mary went on, with an authoritative
note in her voice. whatever may be
between young Glider and me is to be
strictly my own affair. It has abso-
lute1y nothing to do with the rest of
you or with our schemes for money
making And, what is more, Agnes,
want to know what you meant by
talking in the public street yesterday
with common pickpocket.'
Agg1e's child1fke face changed swift
~ its expression from sly eagerness
to sullenness.
j. s'You know perfectly well, Mary Tur-
ner,'' she cried Indignantly, chat I
only said a few words in passin' to
my brother Jim. And he amt no COM
mon pickpocket- Hully gee! He's the
best dip in the business
'But you must not be seen speaking
with him. Mary directed, with a GER
tain air of command now become ha-
bitual to her among the members of
her clique. MY cousin. Miss Agnes
Lynch, must be very careful as to her
associates
Gle just stopped me to say it's been
the best year he ever. had she e1-
planned, with ostentatious vanity.
"How can that be when the dead
line now is John street?''
1.-The dead liner Agg1e scoffed.
'tWhy, Jim takes lunch every day in