The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-06-19
By SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS
Copyright. I9lz. by the BObbs-MsrriIH
 Company

original scientific achievement de- mands. At first my duties were large ly those of minor research. Then, by accident largely, chanced upon the plot to bull the cotton market by in troducing the bon weevH into the un- infested cotton area and checked that. Soon afterward was pat on the de odorized meat enterprise and sue ceeded in discovering the scheme whereby it was hoped to sell spoiled meat for good.
 seWhat spare time I had devoted to experimenting along mechanical lines and patented an invention that has been profitable. Sometime ago the department of justice borrowed me on a few cases with a scientific bearing, and more recently offered me 1nc1den- tai work with them on such favorable terms that resigned my other posi- tton- The terms include liberal vaca- t1ons, one of which am now taking. And here I am! Is that sufficient"
 .sWhat about your forty horsepower kick2 You don't practice that for drawing room exhibitions, take 1tP''
 sometimes 2 confessed the scientist, 1T have found myself at close quar- ters with persons of dubious charac- ter The fact is, that an ingenious plot to get rid of very old friend, pr. Lucius Carter. the botanist, drew me into the criminal line, and since then that phase of investigation has seemed fairly to obtrude itself on me, oh1- ciaIly and unoff1cially. Even up here, where hoped to enjoy a months rest do you know" he said, breaking off, ''that you have a most interesting inset of ocean currents hereabouts2 P
 'tOf course. Lonesome Cove. But kindly finish that even up here.s rec ollect your saying that you were wait ing for me. Haven't traced any scien- tific crime to my door, have youg'
 Let me forget my work for a little while g pleaded hiss visitor, land look at yours-'
 sedgwick rose. 'tCome upstairs,'' he said and led the way to the big, bare, bright studio
 From the threshold Chester Kent de- Hvered an opinion afber one approving survey ''You really work, sec
 T really do- Where do you see It,. thoughg'
 'All over the place No draperies or frippertes or fopperies of art here. The barer the room the more work done in 1t
 He walked over to a curious contri- vance resembling a small hand press, examined it, surveyed the empty easel. against which were leaning face in a number of pictures all of a size and turned, half dozen of them over, rang ing them and stepping back for ex- animation
 Good w0rk," pronounced Kent quietly, and in some subtle way the commonplace words conveyed to their nearer the fact that the man who spoke them knew.
 t'It's the best there is in me at leasR," said Sedgwick.
 Kent went slowly around the walls, keenly examining, silently appraising. Thare were landscapes, genre bits, studies of the ocean in it's various moods, all the varied subjects handled with a deftness of truth and drawing and colored with clear softness quite individual
 Have you found or founded a new system of coloring?" asked Kent as he moved among the little masterpieces. ''rIo; don't tell me" He touched one of the surfaces delicateIy. ''IFs not paint, and it's not pastel. Oh, seeI They're all of one size, of course" He glanced at the heavy mechanism near the easel. They're color prints.'
 Sedgewick nodded sMonctypes,' ,'' said he. 'sI paint on copper, make one