The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-23
CHAPTER V.

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 R&f reporters P asked Waliing-
 ford, energeticaIly pulling
 on his oveTcoat. for he had much work to do
 Locked mp in little room down the hall with q tableful of sandwiches. an empty leather topped desk and a. pair of dice, and they don't know that the time is passing" replied Blackie. You win ind the place by the smoke rolling through the keyhole.''
 Walnugford looked at his watch. There is no rush about them, then. This is the quiet hour, when the morn ing paper men have plenty of time and the evening papers are off the press, and can take a little rest. Toad,s got us into a desperate gamble. Blackie. I'm in our expenses. and forty five thousand on this place and five thousand for an option on another piece Of land. and I'm not sure that I see daylight yet All want is to come out whole"
 Toad Jessop came bounding in with a piece of note paper folded into 8 trl- angle. on which was scribbled the name of Principal Daw. ssThis drop ped out of the history classroom just noW," he said
 
 .1t's all of. Jfm.'' he announced 4.Yon'n have to make mp your mind right away what to tell these boys
 ''Send them some money suggested Wallingford q have to smoke about an inch more of this cigar and think = Fifteen minutes later he went back to the door of the history classroom and knocked. listening interestedly to the educational address within while he waited. The monologue in the voice of that eminent pedagogue, Hor- ace G. Daw. was as follows:
 t.Oh. you feeby dice. Huh! Come on. nice little feeby: Huh! A three md two. now, for your friend Hor- nee! Huh. three and two or 8 four and a one. I'm easy to pIeasef Huh, There she rolls. boys! Get a piece of paper and add 'em up! Fade it, gentlemen: It's all there for the covering. and all velvet. Who takes this six bits that's left over? You're the grand little sport, Fatty. and l hope break you. All ready now. and watch lem closely. Huha A natural. The gentlemen who are broke again VIII kindly edge back from the desk and let the live members split up this assortment of currency for my sixth consecutive pass.'
 .4The city editor has just called up.' . observed WaIlingford softly, as he stepped inside the smoke dimmed room.
 .tWhat city editor2s' demanded six breathlessly interested voices.
 ssI couldn't catch the name of the pa per-" chuckled wa1fngford and led them back into the principals office where the air was clearer ardf tht light better, and gave them splendi6 story. His father, Hiram WaIting ford, had been a lifelong friend an6 admirer of that brave and gallant sol Glier, the late General Smithson. Ill; father had, just previous to his recen demise, learned of the generals desir' to have a military academy named Il his honor. and to carry out the wishe' of both brave warriors. Wallingfor6 had now purchased the old Skillel Military academy. intended to endov it with a $25.0 .0OO dormitory. rename 1 the General Smithson Memorial Milf tary academy and present it to tn city of BoOmville as the tribute 0 one dead soldier to another. This, th' dearest wish of his heart. accom- p1ished-
 Wa1lingford pressed a handkerchie1 I to his eyes. The reporters, deterred by l professional delicacy. refrained iron asking him any more questions abou l the lately deceased Hiram Wallingfor( 1 as soon as they were convinced tha | this big. strong man was too mucf | overcome by his intense emotions tt i answer them. They were still ther' when. an hour later. Wallingford wen l out to his limousine, but he choked LII again the moment he saw them ant l did not unch0ke until he was safely or the train and headed for the offices 0. the B. c. and T. railroad. He migh