The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-07-31

his face. He dashed It aside. The bell rang and rang The curtain slap ped him. He grabbed that curtain with both hands and jerked 1t out by the roots.
 'sOh, Jam, your telephone bells ring ing" called Blackie cheerfully.
 Well, what Is itT' demanded Wal Iingford
 ssThis is Charley Jackson" snapped an equally aggravated voice in the tel ephone Say, Wallingford, you upset the canary seed when you gave out that interview to the Record. I thought you knew the first principles, anyhow"
 'sThe leak had to come through you," insisted Wallingford sharply. ''You had a good start when you left here"
 s'I got home as sober as Judge!" in dlgnantly denied Jackson. II never get pickled, and if I did I wouldn't even talk with my fingers"
 wnllingford's own judgment corrobo- rated that 'sThe damage is done, though,r he concluded. From what you say about keeping Collop and Tun- nlson in the dark. you won't need to show that thousand to the boys, SO you might as well bring 1t back"
 q don't know where 1t is,v Jackson promptly informed him. \ hid 1t. Sayl It bores me to sleep, anyhow, and think I'll take an eye opener and dress and come right up to see you. We'll cook up some kind of a mess"
 Wallingford, turning resignedly away from the telephone, slared suddenly in the direction of the pink bedroom .svhat in the name of heaven do you call that noiBef'' he ilnplored. < IT am singinss returned Blackie- ~sfnRing one of those sweet, soothing old church hymns which come back to me out of my happy childhood days; only get the darned thing tangled up in the second line with slice out of my big song hit in gThe Lama's Goat and have to start all over again every time. That's what may make 1t seem a shade similar to itself, but even the attempt is uplifting. You ought to try It, linn Suppose you take the bass, and I'll sing it with you. Nowl One two, threel Ready. singr
 Wallingf0rd was abIe to chuclx1e at last, as Blackie's clear voice in all gravity began upon the good old church hymn and he looked into the pink bedroom Blackies eyes were wide open, but he had not moved muscle otherwise The door bell rang.
 sThat's my boy. stated Blackie. Let him Ins Jim. and tell him to i'll the tub with cold water and stuM the buttons in my stffest shirt and lay out my gray cravat and straight collar and shine my button shoes and get my shaving kit ready. and hang fresh linen in the bathroom and bring me cigar cite and match and dQ any other little thing you may think 0f Aw humls and he yawned In prOdigious comfort.
 Wallfngford 5erked open the door. Now yon start and I'll tell you what want while you're going he directed stood there IT want some strong conee. two prairie oysters and this morning Record and don't want you to ten that you'll send a waiter to find out what want 2
 The walters almost starting with the coffee now, the boy briskly as-s sured him and was gone.
 q begin to feel better observed Wa1lingford. heading for the sideboard- ..Thatss the only satisfactory int arvfevv I've had this morning. Have a drink of something Blackie2'
 Not me. yfrtuously. asserted Mir. Daw 'sTobacco shall not stain my lips nor rum defIe my breath. can't remember the rest of 1t. but it had to end in death, for that's the only word that rimes with 1t Appropriate, too. Jimmy, for everything ends in death. or did when went to church. Those happy. happy boyhood days. Why, J. Rufus
 The rest Of his speech was drowned In the rush of cold water in the bath tub. Wa3ling ford, making swift prep ara taons for his own bath and shave. was presently aware of agonized calls from the still recumbent BIacIEie and stepped to the door, brush in hand, where he could hear above the rush of the water.
 s.NoR what do you want 2ss he asked
 T want boy of my own. com pIained Blaekie. You used nnine''
 For answer to that WalIingforti snafched the covers from Blackae. pulled that gentleman into the middle Of the floor and daubed his face with 1atheE
 My other eye might be jealous, but tf asns4'' remarked Blackie good na- redlly and with one. eye screwed shut rushed for the bathroom, where, with out taking the trouble to remove his pajamas, he plunged into Walling- ford's half filled tub. Thereupon, aft CT clearing his eye, he proceeded to re move his sleeping garments.
 That little affair restored Waliing- fordss equanim1ty perfectly, and he hustled ahead with his shaving.
 Wallingford and BIackie were both fully dressed and in their right minds upon the arrival of Charley Jackson, who had put on his laugh with hif clothes. MT. Jackson vociferously in sisted that Blackie change to a white apron and get busy, but BIackie de e1lned, with great haughtiness. and bade both gentlemen goodby.
 Where are you goingT' asked Wal hngford in surprise.
 ITO church. told you" retorted Fslecyrse sgTsha deem Anned R1AlIs ars