The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-26

suppose I'm gon' up to the store for ninnit That seegar O yours makes banker for smoke. No thankee- wouldn't think O robbn' ye" And with that the speaker turned and walked slowly up the pier, his bronzed face indicative of extreme disgust.
 The little building which he directed his steps seemed hang the end of the steep street. and old sign its front gave notice that Thomas Pemberton dealt in general merchandise The fisher entered the gloomy and odoriferous interior lounged up the fescored counter and greeted the proprietor.
 Hello, Tonp'
 Hello, Rogerl What can do for you?"
 s.Just want buy a seegar an borrow a lantern Going to take landshark the bay an reckon he's afraid O the dark"
 Don't sayl Who is he ?"
 Teller named selover; says he's lawyer to rniser Lannson. Says he l1p sell the LneIla What do ye think O that? Nice news, hey y?"
 You don't tell mel Teller with gray mustache an flash ring?"
 "Yaas"
 The proprietor opened wide his eyes Him lawyer 10 Lamsonp he exclaimed, mixture of astonshment and derision in his voice he looked questioningy his customer; then he glanced at the two sitting by the stove and erked his head toward the of the store At the unspoken hint the called Roger followed with something like wonder his calm tenance. When, minutes later, the two turned to the front the shernas face flushed and he whstlng softly Abstractedly swinging the bor rowed lantern he walked slowly from the like in deep thought The proprietor followed him the door and glanced over the bay.
 ~Say, Roger, looks mighty like fog a-comin, don't it?"
 The other looked up and answered, atsent1y Sure
 "If you,' continued MT. Penberton, 'Td tow him astern for spell or better yet I'd set the sucker on Hogsback rocks an let the tide fix him fer fair. Sech people hart right live in this world. Well, my duty Kitty. Good night"
 As the fisherman walked slowly back toward the little pier his erswhle mild expression gave place hard
 lines the mouth, and his clean jaw worked vorsly Presently he halted lost in deep thought but finally brought his great hand down his oilskinned thigh with resounding slap and went his way with accelerated steps He found the stranger smoking the gathering dusk and the, bucket of clans had rived. Across the bay, distant head1and the mel low glow of the sisqunet Light shone out like
 Within the minutes the dory running quietly over the long it's little sail hardly buging under the weakening wind To the lawyer it appeared if they floating into space for almost
 ediaely after the the threatening mist had crept in from the which, with the failing light, of the loom of the land ahead For neither of the boats occupants spoke, but length Roger gave voice to his thoughts.
 Say, won't Lamson give Max no show at an?" he asked appeaingly. he leaned toward his passenger
 'I believe have gone thoroughly over the ground was the terse reply.
 Well them was the earnest retur11 "Larnson is just gon to ruin Max. It'll take the bread his mouth sell the schooner now, an him only lately married the incest little gal in Sisqune Say, that the LaeTlG is all he's got in the world. He dreamed O such thing happenin He never had no trouble with Lamson, if his dad did. An he's put heap O work that craft. This here will knock him Hatter white squa nigh kill his wife. think pile O Max. Won't Larnson sell to him?
 Max haint got the money, but you bet hell raise it. Say, won't ye help him out?"
 The fine face pathetic and the low voice held unmistakabe note of pleading, but the listener He waved impatient gesture with his fat hand stNo, told you. MT. Lamson is good hater he don't forget what the people of Ssqinet and especially Maxwell and his father, have said about him. And what's the of talking? can't do anything
 The fisherman settled back tfYaas, I Ye need mt say reckon ye feel bad yourself, an I'm glad haven't got your job After all there's more'n way to catch fshr
 With this engmatica1 remark the boatr1an relapsed into silence He pued vigorously the pipe he had filled and lighted but the lines of his face, which had relaxed as he begged for his friend grew hard again
 Time passed, and darkness fell apace the wind fell until length there hardly enough force and behind had long since vanished; the friendly light from Sisquinet Point lost the thickenng fog Vision became contracted the city the condition made the of the boats progress and direction matter of mere guesswork. The swe11s had grow heavier, indicating open water, and once in while gathered head and broke with hissing sob that startling to the passenger.
 And by this time he than anxious that the trip should end The motion of the boat had become
 mighty unpleasant to him and from his reckoning they should have arrived Sisqunet long since they had for upward of two hours but yet there no signs of their destination MT Selover had become uneasy and perplexed
 And finally dawned upon him that his morose pilot was quandry; for, the fog thickened the-fsher