The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-07-17


 wen cap'n, n guess you tdOnft know me, though maybe you. know. some of my family Ha, ,5haI Dona understand That. hey We'll, you let me in and HI explain the 5oIze.'' 5-y tsas s.s= The captains reply was calm and de Hfberate.. @
 sT shouldn't wonder if understood et- received your letter today from Concord" he said. Come in. Don't Ehe remainder of the sentence was whispered and the listeners on the sofa could not hear 1t. A~noment later Captain Cy entered the sitting room, Followed by his caller
 The latter was ; stranger. He was Q broad shouIdered man of medium height, with a yellowish nustache and brown hair. He was dressed in rather shabby clothes. without an overcoat, and he had a soft felt hat in4his hand. He carried himself with a swagger, and after his entrance there was a perceptfb1e aroma of alcohol in the room
 He stared at the board of strategy, and the stare was returned in full Eneasure Bailey and Asaph were wildly curious They of course, con nected the strangers arrival with mysterious letter and' the captains perturbation of the day
 But their curiosity was not to be satisfied. at least not then.
 How are you. gents2' hailed the newcomer cheerfully. Like the looks of me. do you7"
 Captain Cy cut off further conver- sation- 4Ns | -.Ase,'s he said. gentleman andsI have gotssome. business to talk over. Know you're good enough Friends of mine not to mind if I ask you to clear sout You'n understand you will understand, boys, won't your he added almost entreating1y.
 -'Sartin sure!" replied Mfr. Tidditt, rising hurried1y. Don't say another word, Whit" And the mysdded Bangs couefred with a ''Yes, yes- why, of eourses Didn't have nothin' chat amounts to nothfn' to stay for anyhow. See you tomorrer, Cy.''
 Outside and at the gate they stopped and looked at each other.
 sWeI1!" exclaimed Asaph. eff that aix't the strangest thing! Who was that fener? Whered he come fron2 Did you notice how Cy acted? Seem ed to be holdin' hfmseH in by main gtreng&"
 sDfd you smell the rum on him. EeLQfn9Q 6S1ley-alOn IndL EOLA6E Cudp, I mean2 Didn't he look like a reg'1ar no account to you? And, say, Ase, didn't he remind you of somebody you'd seen somewheres-kind of, in a wayY
 They walked home in a dazed state, asking unanswerable questions and making proftless guesses. But Asaph's final remark seemed to sum up the situation
 There's trouble comin' of this, Bai- ley" he declared "And it's trouble for Cy Whitaker, I'm afraid Poor old, .Cy. Well, we'll stand by him, any how. don't believe he'll sleep much tonight. Didn't look as though he would, did he7 Who is that felIer?''
 
 .'Mornin', Geozgianna," said Captain Cy to his housekeeper as the latter un- locked the back door of the Whitaker house next morning. I'm a little ahead of you this time.''
 Miss Taylor, being Bayport born and bred, was an early riser.
 Land sakesr' she exclaimed s'I should say you wasI What in the world got you up so early? Ain't sick. are youF'
 '<No.' replied the captain wearf1y- 'sI ain't sick I didn't sleep very well last night. that's a1L''
 Georgianna looked sharply at him. His face was haggard, and his eyes Tad dark circles under them.
 +Humphr' she grunted. s.No, l guess 0u didn't Looks to me as if you'd