The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1913-09-13
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later, ~Thank syou, Dick; am pretty
badly out OF tDuch., as you've dfscov-
cred" Then he changed the subject
abruptly. 'Howt long awiI1- your. traffic
meeting 4ast2''
I'VE practically >Anashed- today. An
hour or two ON Monday VIII settle it,
AFTER which you'll .goawest2''
by the MondaH moon train,'if can
make 4t%
Silence for astizne until BIount broke
IN upon Ganuy ssV tapping of the dance
music rhythm with: "Tf I can get
ready maESgotw1th4yon .@Dick. would
you mind?''
Eyes; INwou1d' mtnS1S so much that
rd~xiEingiy miss a. trains and worry out
a few more of thezchilly Boston hours
rather thans 4osesthet chance of having
you along. lover meet~yor fathers
er-the present. Mrs. BlouRt, Evan?"
he asksf szdaenly.
no.
~She is a fine woman Gantry ven
tured
$50 L haves understood This time
Blount's Feplysv1as icy. But now Gan
Hyss eyes were twinkfng. and he
pressed his advantage.
'-Youn have to reckon with her If
you go to the greasewood country,
Evan Next. to your father, she is the
court Of last resort Indeed, there are
a good many who sayl that she is the
court
BIount said nothing. Nevertheless
Gantry tried once more:
mot interested, EvanT
Blount tnrned and looked bis-com-
panion coidlYr' in the eyes.
mot in the slightest degree, Dick.
wTTs4T e..
now and remember it hereafter %
+-Sure!'' laughed the railroad man.
81 didn't know it yEasza sore spot with
you aeso
He found a, match and reIighted his
cigar. Whenshe began again he was
stiu thinking of the apron string
clause in the senator Telegram
II can't understand how any man
with western blood in his veins could
ever be contents to marry and settle
down in this oFercfvilized neck of
woods he said.
Cant you?'' Blount smiled, with
large lenience.
NO, I can't asserted the western
er. adding: ''OfY course don't know
the eastern young woman. She may
be all that is lovely and enticing''-
s'She is" declared Blount, with the
TO know.
You say that as ie you'd been tax
ing a few lessons" Gantry laughed.
Then, with the friendly impudence
which only a college comradeship could
excuse, .'1s she here tonight?'
NO"
"Tel me about her, Gantry begged.
ST don't often read a love- story, but 1
like to hear EN-
There isn't much to ten, Dick said
Blount. 1--WE known her for a year,
and I've loved her from the first day.
That is chapter 1, and chapter 2 ends
the story with one small word. She
says No"
THE dickens she -does"' said Gan
try in hearty sympathy. Tough, isn't
it, old man? What's the obstacleY'
1T is Miss Anners' career. She has
been studying at home and abroad in
preparation for social settlement work
in the large cities. OF course knew
about it. But I thought hoped
'-You hoped it was only a young wo-
mans fad, which it probably Isl Can
try cut in
'rY-yes. I'm afraid that was just
what did hope. Dick. But COULDN'T
talk against it Confound it all, you
can't go about smashing ideals for the
people you love best''
1t was quite late when Gantry, plead
ing WEAKNESS on the score of his hard
weeks work at the railroad meeting,
went to bed
In the long talk with Gantry BEount
had learned many things about the POI
litical situation in his native state
things which were enlightenfng, if not
particularly encouraging
Oddly enough, he had not recognized
the railroad interests; hence he was
preparing-to go to the new field with
a rather strong prepossessfon in favor
of the defendant corporation Gantry
had intimated pretty broadly that there
was room for an assistant corporation
counsel for the railroad, with head
quarters in the capital of his native
state Blount saw at once that the re-
quirements would be political rather
than legal. and in his minds eye he
saw himself standing firmly as the de-
fender of legitimate business rights IN
a region where popular prejudice was
capable of rising to anarchistic heights.
the picture rather pleased him. He
would not have been true descendant
Of the fighting Blounts of Tennessee if
the prospect of a conflict had been
other than inspiring.
1t was after the ashes had been
knocked from the bedtime pipe that
Blount left his chair and the secluded
corner of the veranda to go and wan
der among the parked automobiles on