The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-09-23

"HE Weatherfords, millionaire
 mine people and so newly rich
 that the crisp bank notes fair
 ly cracked when Mrs. Wealth erford spent them, kept their lackeyed and Hveried state in a castle-hke house in Mesa circle, the most expensive if not the most aristocratic no thorough fare of the capital city
 Weatherford, the father, egged on by Mrs. Weatherford, had political as- pirations pointing toward a United States senatorship, the election to which would fall within the duty of the next legislature.
 The mine owner himself would will Ingly have dodged, but the ambitious wife was fnexorab1e. There were two grown daughters and a growing son, and 1t was for these that Mrs Weath- erford was socially ambitious.
 The reception, for which the sena- tors wife had driven her guest thirty miles through the dust of the sage brush hills, was one of the moves in Mrs. Weatherford's private campaign.
 From room to room in the vast house a curiously assorted throng of the hidden ones worked its way as the jam and crush permitted
 It was a mark of the newness of the Weatherford riches that the glass and Iron greenhouse, built ont as an exten- sion of one of the drawing rooms, was called ''the herbarfun-" It was re- production on a generous scale of a tropical garden.
 The senator's party of three was fashionabty late at the function in Mesa circle, but in the crush filling the spacious drawing rooms the host A.ap <rR.n fvao sistanfs were std1n on duty.
 Having successfully pasaed the line with her husband and Patricia, little Mrs. Blounf looked about her, saw MT. Richard Gantry, signa1ed to him with her eyes and, with the traffic manager Tor her canterfrush to wedge 3 way. through the crowded rooms, was presently Iosbktos Sight-at least from Miss Anners' point of view
 Whs6her she knew it or not. from Inc moment. of her appearance at the hostessr end of thess1ong receiving line the senator's wife had been marked and followed fin her slow progress through the crowded rooms by a pros porous looking gentleman, whose hawk nke eyes never lost sight of her.
 When his quarry stepped. as she did frequently, to chat with one or an Dtner or the guests the man with the eager eyes c1rcied- nervousiy and once pr twice seemed about to make the opportunity which was so slow in making Itself.
 But fe was not until the little lady tn the Glaret colored party gown had drifted, still with a hand on Gantry's arm, in among the palm and banana trees that the bird of prey person made his swoop. A moment later Gantry had taken his commands and was disappearing in the direction of the refreshment tables, and the little lady was saying, Dear me. Mir. Hath away, you almost startled mel"
 "Did IF said the lumber king rather grimly, as if he meant the query to be apologetic. 'T am sorry. I didn't mean to, but Mrs. Gordon said would find you here, and so I took the sz5erty of-er-fo1lowing you. Pm needing a little strengthening out, you know, and-er-would you mind let ting me talk business with you for a minute or two, Mrs. BlountT'
 Certainly not, if you can talk busf- ness in such a place as this,'' she said, making room for him on the rustic Fettee.
 Perhaps it isn't business: