The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-12-12

very bright, and the sale or two Jones' mobiles in eighteen days speaks for itself l feel positive can satisfy you in regard to everything if you will only be very kind as to let me come and go over the figures. Respectfully yours,
 VICTOR DAGGANCOURT.''
 And I'm to write him that?" asked the mulatto. Stakes alive, Marse BroUghton, what in the name of good ness do you want me to do that for?''
 Because I think know what's the matter with Mr. Fareliy. may be wrong, but believe tue whole scheme is simply to get me out of my job. That's why I put in the lead pipe and all that-and mind you, stick to it, Vic tor, for all you're worth.''
 ''But why should Farelly do that2 Excuse me, Marse Broughton, but you are all off. I might as well send him a picture post card of the Masonic building as this here letter.
 Victor, it's like this: I have got hold of q little piece of a big secret-some thing extraordinary, inexplicable, in volving the best friend I have in the world, and am on my honor to him to keep my mouth shut If it wasn't for that promise I'd tell you everything. You get that letter off to Farelly as quick as you can.''
 ''It ain't a bit of use, sir. Really and truly, Marse Broughton, it ain't bit of use.''
 "Do it to oblige me, anyhow
 ''All right, Marse Broughton; though couldn't you cut out some of the hum ble pie?''
 'Not a bite of it! You write it just the way it is and then leave it at his house tonight.'r'
 The next morning Matt treated him self to the luxury of getting up late so late, indeed, that Daggancourt had already gone, leaving no message. But he returned soon with the tidings that the letter had been mira culously sue cessfuI. Yes, old Fare1ly, after a pre- tense of examining the books, had pro fessed himself entirely satisfied; the notes were not to be called in; every thing was to go on as before; the garage was Savedi
 What clinched it was when I said I'd have to find another boarding place." added Daggancourt, with a puckered grin; said I was afraiP to stop where you was, may the Lord forgive me. For Gods sake, get away from here, Marse Broughton, or worse may come of it. Get away quick, and here's $15O drew at the bank
 Matt pushed the money back. 'No, no, Victor" he exclaimed; +'I'm going to stick it out I am going to stay in Manaswan if it rains wildcats!"
 After losing two more positions the machinations of his mys- terious foes Matt succeeded in getting a job on the water front. But what he had not reckoned on was the overmas- tering, crushing fatigue that made it to keep it. A man unaccus- toned to severe and prolonged manual Ia Dor has little chance on the docks. Matt. working one day and often recu- perating for two. exerted every nerve tG find less killing employment Sullivan, the boss stevedore, told him the Noun tain View quarry was to be opened up with forty Hungarians and that he had l Matt for gang foreman of the place. You're to drive out on Sunday morning and talk it over,' said Sullivan. |
 The place was a lonely one, and Matt, scenting trouble, took Daggan- 1 court, an auto. two mechanics and shotgun for each. The quarry was deserted, but they found a Highway mans mask on the ground and hurried away as fast as the auto tow wagon could go. The plot, whatever it was, had failed when the unknown con spirators saw Matt and his armed com panions. Miles away Matt and his stopped for luncheon. Soon Chris, riding beside her father, came