The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-03-30

 clean the whole office out. He's young Glendon, who won the fight last night ssvery well, then. Bring him in. We don't want the office cleaned out you know
 No greetings were exchanged when Glendon entered.
 She was as cold and inhospitable as a gray day and neither invited him to chair nor recognized him with her eyes. sitting half turned away from him at her desk and waiting for. him 10 state his business.
 He gave no sign of how this cava- Her treatment affected him. but plung- ed directly into his subject s..I want to talk to you," he said shortly. 'That fight It did end in that round-'
 She shrugged her shoulders.
 CT knew it would.
 s.You didn't he retorted. ssYou didn't. I didn't,
 She turned and looked at him with quiet affectation of boredom.
 ssWhat is the use?'' she asked. sePrizeighting is prizefghting, and we all know what it means. The fight did end in the round I told you it would
 ..It did, he agreed .sBut you didn't know it would. In all the world you and I were at least two that knew Powers Wouldn't be knocked out in the sixteenth"
 She remained silent.
 q say you knew he wouldn't .''
 He spoke peremptorfly and, when she still declined to speak, stepped nearer to her.
 Answer me-" he commanded. She nodded her head
 "But he was,'' she insisted.
 He wasn't. He wasn't knocked out at all Do you get that? am going to tell you about it and you are going to listen. I didn't lie to you. Do you get that? I didn't lie to you. I was a fool and they fooled me and you along with me.
 You thought you saw him knocked out. Yet the blow Esstruek was not heavy enough. Its didn't hit him in the right place either. He made be lieve it did. He faked that knockout" He paused and looked at her expect antly, and somehow, with a leap and thrill, she knew that she believed him. and she felt pervaded by a warm hap pfness at the reinstatement of this man who meant nothing to her and whom she had seen but twice in her life.
 .sWefl ?'' he demanded and she thrill ed anew at the compel1ingness of him. She stood up, and her hand went out to his.
 q believe you,' she said. "And I am glad, most glad It was a longer grip than she had anticipated. He looked at her with eyes that burned and to which her own unconsciously answered back Never was there such 8. man, was her thought Her eyes dropped first and his followed, so that. as before. both gazed at the c1asped hands.
 He made movement of his whole body toward her, impulsive and invol- untary, as if to gather her to him. then checked himself abruptly with an unmista kabIe effort. She saw it and felt the pull of his hand as 1t started to draw her to him.
 And to her amazement she felt the desire to yield, the desire almost over whelmingly to be drawn into the strong circle of those arms. And had he compelled she knew that she would not have refrained.
 She was almost dizzy when he checked himself and, with a closing of his fingers that half crushed hers, dropped her hand, almost flung it from | him.
 "God,'' he breathed; ..you were made for me!''
 He turned partly away from her, sweeping his hand to his forehead. She knew she would hate him forever if he dared one stammered word of apology or explanation.
 GTo be Ca1ntinued.1