The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-14
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'sNo, MT. Quariteh. the hours slip 1 past quick enough. I've never had a ie-by and awhile for thinking since been a man. There's a good few pug z1es to life that wants facing one time or another, s'pose.'
 Which puzzle is it that you are fac ing now7 P
 "Mr Petersham wants to be the mak- ing of me"
 s'Then you're about the luckiest young man in this hemisphere"
 stJust so, and feel his kindness is more'n deserve. He'd make me head send some kind of professor sa teach me how to talk and fix me ub general Iy." He paused.
 s'well. that sounds very reasonable 7 commented.
 nAnd after they'd ecraped some of the moss off me he'd put me into his office. ,
 hid the astonfshment felt at this announcement .sAfter that it'd be up to me to make good. He'd help all he knew"
 sIt sounds very brilliant future for you November Joe was silent for a moment Tt does, Mr Quaritch," he said at length in a different tone sAnd it gives me something to think about. So they caught Muppy all right2 Him and Put tick II find prison a poor place after the woods
 TT can feel for them,' said I, s.for I am leaving the woods tomorrow my ! self. must get back to Quebec
 ssHui, yesi There's no call for you to stay longer"
 "As to that, you'll be here for quite l awhile yourself" He made no reply, and when turn ed from the window to look at him he was lying with his eyes closed, and, thinking he was tired I left him. At the end of the south veranda was situated a small detached room which I've had turned into a workshop, and early the same afternoon went aro1nd there to repair favofite fish l ing rod. The veranda was empty as I passed through 1t, but presently Peter sham joined me.
 seThat fellow November Joe is an in fernaI fool!'' he said presently "He is a dolt without an ounce of ambi- 1 tfonIs'
 "In his own sphere''- I began. ssHe is all very well in. his own sphere, but he should try to rise above it.
 "He has done uncommonly well for himself so far,s I said. ssHe has made l good use of his brains and his expert- l ence. Tn his own way he is very, very capable.''
 sThat is true enough, but he has got about as far as he can go without help. I As you saye he has done all this for himself. Now, I am ready to do 8 good deal more for him. zTsn back him l in any line of business he chooses to follow owe him that and more. Heaven knows what might have hap pened to Linda but for him.
 Ion owe a good deal to November.
 ssI am well aware of it, !" replied Pc l tersham. ssI am convinced owe him l Lindass life.''
 Something in his tone showed me his further meaning I dropped my fish ing rod and stared at him. knew l Linda had enormous influence oyer her I father, but this was beyond inagina-
 tiqn.
 :tYou,d never allow it!'' exclaimed
 esWhy not?n he retorted angrily I sIsn't Joe better than the HippeI l.dude2 Or Phil Bitsheim or than that I Italian count with his pedigree from
 Noah in his pocket? Tell me, where Lis she going to find man like Joel l Why, he's got 1t in him to do things l big things--and hope I'm good enough
 republican not to see the injustice od
 mailing a fellow down to the spe
 where h~ p,ea born
 sBut NoYemba would never dars
 look So high! He's modest
 Hell get over thatr' I sT doubt it" said Besides, you are reckoning without Linda How do you know that she''-
 Naturally I don't know for sure about Linda, he answered shortly then, glancing at his watch, he got up. aJust about time to get my mail ready.''
 We had been speaking in low tones
 for the subject of our conversation naturally did not lend itself to loud sa1k, and besides, during the last quar- ter Of an hour or % a murmur o1 voices from the verandah had warn ed us to be careful We had not shut the door leading to the yeranda, as 1t was the only one, and we needed II open for light and air. Petersham walked toward 1t, but, instead of step ping out, he turned and laid hand like wise on my arm.
 "Quieti Quiet for your 1ifeH' he
 whispered. She must never know we were herer, I s.But, Joe, you're mistaken, Joe. I wish it!" It was Linda's voice. shy and trembling as had never heard it.
 4Ah, that's all your great goodness Miss Linda, and I haven't earned none l of it.
 I pointed franttca11y to the door. We must shut that door and shut out those ] voices, but Petersham swore at me 1 under his breath.
 screech like a wiIdcati It can't bs
 helped, for it would kill her to know 1 we heard word of thds.s
 We crept away into the farthestcor
 neE of the workshop, but even there
 phrases 6oated to us, though mercIful 1,- rry~~ ss.,v,l,7 ,,z,r f<zsor 1T