The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-03-27


 ing for wages. Her old mans worth $50, ,oo0, ,0O0 if he's worth a cent.''
 Then what's she working on a pa per for-keeping some poor devil out ]. of a job?'
 stShe and the old man fell out, had tiff or something, about the time he started to clean up San Francisco. She quit, that's all-Ieft home and got job. And let me tell you one thing. Pat. She can eveFlastingly sling Eng fish. There isn't a pen pusher on the coast can touch her when she gets go- ing"
 Pat began to show interest, and Stubener hurried on:
 ..She writes poetry, too, the regular Iadedah stuff, just like you, only guess hers is better, because she pub Hshed whole book of it once. And she writes up the shows. She inter views every big actor that hits this burg.'
 'I've, seen her name in the papers, Pat commented.
 Sure you have. And you're honor ed. Pat, by her coming to interview you. It won't bother you any Pn stick right by and give her most of the dope myself. You know I've always done that.'
 Pat looked his gratitude
 And another thing, Pat, don't for get you've got to put up with this in- terviewing. It's part of your business. It's big advertising, and it comes free. We can't buy it. It interests people, draws the crowds, and it's crowds that pile up the gate receipts 7
 He stopped and listened, then looked I,4~. I'll go and get her and bring her in. I'll tip it off to her to cut it short, you know. and it won't take long, He turned in the doorway. And be de cent, Pat. Don't shut up like clam Talk a bit to her when she asks you questions.
 Pat put the sonnets on the table, took up a newspaper and was appar- entIy deep in it's contents when the E two entered the room and he stood up. The meeting was mutual shock.
 When blue eyes met gray it was al- most as if the man and the woman shouted triumphantiy to each other, as if each had found something sought and unexpected. But this was for the instant only.
 # Each had anticipated in the other something so totally different that the next moment the clear cry of recogni- tion gave way to confusion
 As is the way of women, she was the first to achieve control, and she did it without having given any out ward sign that she had ever lost it. She advanced most of the distance across the floor to meet Glendon. As for him, he scarcely knew how he stumbled through the introduction
 Here was won1an-a woman He had not known that such a creature could exist. The few women he had noticed had never preAgured this He wondered what old Pats judgment would have been of her; if she was the sort he had recommended to hang on to with both his hands.
 He discovered that in some way he was holding her hand He looked at it.. curious and fascinated, marveling at it's fragility-
 She, on the other hand, had proceed ed to obliterate the echoes of that first clear call. It had been peculiar ex- perience, that was all, this sudden out rush of her toward this strange man.
 For was not he the abysmaI brute of the prize ring, the great, fighting, stupid bulk of a male animal who hammered up his fellow males of the same stupid order? She smiled at the way he continued to hold her hand
 sI1l have it back, please, MT Glen don,'' she said II really need 1t. you know"
 He looked at her blankly, followed Her gaze to her imprisoned hand. and dropped it In a rush of awkwardness that sent the blood in manifest blush to his face.
 She noted the blush, and the thought came to her that he did not seem quite the uncouth brute she had pictured. She could not conceive of brute blushing at anything.
 And also, she found herself pleased with the fact that he lacked the easy glibness to murmur an apology But the way he devoured her with his eyes was disconcerting.
 He stared at her as if in a trance, while his cheeks flushed even more redly.
 Stubener by this time had fetched a! chair for her. and GIendon auto matically sank down into his.
 Ns'He's in fine shape, Miss Sangster, in fine shape" the manager was say ing. That's right, isn't it, Pat? Never felt better in your Iife?n
 G1endon was bothered by this. His 6rows contracted in troubled way, and he made no reply.
 five wanted to meet you for long time, MT. GIendon," Miss SangsteE 1All