The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-09

cousin and poor young physician who had just opened his first office. k.
 
 Azalia Bonner left the taiIor's in t beatifc state of mind, for her new gown was a decided success. The mo- ment she started up the avenue toward home her thoughts flew directly to her misguided friend Dell.
 q simply can't have her marry for money!" groaned Azalia, beginning to worry over the matter. Well, little cousin, why so wor- Tied? and Stanley Rem fell into step beside her "Rudey committed sni- cide?'
 Azalia stopped short. What do you mean?" she demanded, wide eyed. 'sWhere IS he?''
 HsAt the club, drinking-drfnkfng him. self to death! shall declare it suicide if Pm asked to sign his death certifi- cate,'' returned Rem cheerfulIy.
 "Humph!' sniffed the aggrieved Aza1ta. They wouldn't call you in, Stan! They might if it was a cat-or something like that!' she ended cut tingly.
 "A puppy, perhaps?' asked the doc tor innocent1y.
 E'I don't know what is the matter with everybody today complained Azalia at last. First Den Horton de- clares she is going to marry for money 50 sordid. you know. I wouldn't have believed it of Dell. would you. Stanley?'
 pr. Renn's face had lost it's merry humor. It was quite white, and his hazel eyes looked black by contrast
 ''No," he said rather curtly; 'I wouldn's. You are sure?'' He despised himself for asking this question.
 'She said so repeatedly averred Azalia earnestly. 'FYou see, Stanley, they've always been in moderate cir cumstances, and I suppose it is a temptation
 "Who is he?'' demanded Dr. Renn hoarsely.
 T doa't know-yet," returned Azalia dreamily. She had caught glimpse of Rudey Blenck in a taxicab that bowled swiftly past them. Rudey's face looked very pale and melancholy against the dark background of the vehicle.
 Dr. Rem left her at the park and disappeared within its winding paths.
 Not for me!' he said fercely. "She's not for a poor devil like me. don't know that blame her much, either. wonder why she told Azalia. Perhaps it might be that she knew the child would babb1e it to me and then would know and not give her the pain of telling me my cause was a hopeless one. Bah! What nonsense am talk ing! It's not like Dell Horton to send her messages in any such indirect way 1 nor would she be likely to refuse a 1 man before he asked her to marry him. 1 Cool off, you idiot!' This last remark 1 was, of course, addressed to himself For several days Dr. Renn avoided | the vicinity of Dell Horton, and this | was all the more noticeable because 1 he had haunted her every spare mo- ment of his abundant time. It so hap | pened that a gouty old millionaire took | 8 fancy to the doctor and was inclined 1 to give him a professional start. At last the doctor found time to call 1 upon Azalia. There, at least. he might l hear some scrap of news about Dell l Horton.
 How is your patient?" leased Azaha | when he appeared
 (Which one?" he asked. ''Is there more than oneT' Azalia l arched her brows provokingly. '1 am | so gladr' | "Rudey completed the job yet2' asked Dr. Rem. What job?" Suicide" "How horrid of you, Stanley! He | isn't trying to drink himself to death. | I asked him and he told me so- What l Go you think, StanIey-you will be in- 1 terested because you know her." E'Who are you talking about?" asked | the doctor, with a sinking heart.
 EtWhy, Dell Horton. I believe she | and -Rudey will actually marry each | other" Azalia made this statement l with becoming enthusiasm. Stanley Rem stared at her with un- l believing eyes Dell Horton marry | that little shrimp?' he demanded.