The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-31
tlae Rohbs-r4errin co.
L1LORGE1RANOOLPH CHESTER

 kitchen to suppress a boiling teapot. Shuvft led J. Rufus into the dining room, and upstairs into the bedroom, and even into the attic, extoIIing the virtues Of rare highboys and 1ovboys and other modern triumphs of an tiquity, and since Wallingfords was in- terested displayed secret drawers and sliding panels and false bottoms ana hollow bedpOsts without number.
 TWel, how's the furniture ?" asked Mir. Bunker, rejoining them in the front bedroom, where Wallingford him self had begun to coyet heavy old four poster that bore the marks of two full .centurtes of dignifed wear.
 t.Itss too old fashioned to be worth much" decrded waIlingford. '.I might give you the hundred dollars first offered you for t''
 4IFs worth more than that for lu1- ber,,, insisted MT. Bunker. esI've heard, too, that old fashioned furniture some times fetches fancy prices"
 sWhen it's h such rotten repair as thfsss. retorted Tallingford inGle- nankIy.
 Well, it is kind Q shfftless looking P admitted MT. Bunker, scratching hi5 head 'T'm willing to knock $2s0 for repairs off O what this genf1e1uau saya the goods is worth.
 Twelve hundred and fifty dollars, figures Walhng1ord @1 might buy tlse farm for that E you'd throw n the house and furniture
 ~tlEake 1t $5.o0o and I'll 90 you. ez- fered Bunker
 .sIgais isn't oil Iand.' dersded y7aIl1n ford 1sHow many acres are there tO this placA2''
 .aTwenty."
 s.And 1t won't grUw muIIeln stalkslss scorned WalEngford tsLook out of me window at those stone covered hill- sides
 What did you say yeur name Vtag. mister2" asked Bunker.
 esJ Rufus WaIungford,' answered that gentleman. feeling that he had better play safe on that item
 .I thought heeEd this ot1er nan call you that, went on MT. BunI,eP. tsWeT, MT. Wal1ingford, I'm 3pss plain farmer, and, being I'm anxious to get back to my farm with some ready cash, I'm willing t make a 1eeEle sac riflce to you. I'll call the farm $I,5oO and the house $1,50O and the furnft1re $1,o0o. That's S400o But want spot cash Thefess barn out there. too, you know g
 I'll think it overs but know [ 14sll't pay you that price, said WalIfngeOrd-
 You'd better think quick, for theee.s other people wants this place. pre- varicated MT. Bunker s'Suppostne you just walk out to the barn and back and give me your answer
 You'll he perfectly satisfied if you get your fifteen hundred ?' inquired Wallingford out at the barn.
 ssSatisfied!" echoed Dollar Bill 4T'd be plumb slothfuI. ?
 .sA.1I right; I think I'll give it to yorl, '' suddenly decided J. Rufus.
 He want back toward the house, and MT. Bunker came down the kitchen steps to meet him
 There's a good grazing meadow down wonder where the spring run goes through g he urged.
 You couldn't graze sick dog on It I'll give you three thousand five hun dred for the farm and every thing in it or on it if you can assure me Of a Pop1arville tomorrow and stay away
 .sCash?', demanded Lafayette Bun ker with duivering eagerness.
 ss4oney,a' WaIlingford assured him t4p1ain, simple United States green backs pronounced genuine at any bank
 aCome right over to Lafayette to the courthouse Invited MT Bunker We can drive it in an hour and half a your hired rig out there"
 
 esieve'. Bascom, so nicknamed be- cause his face was so minuteIy and so evenly pockmarked and because he could not hold liquor. plunged his spade slowly into the turf of the old Bunker front yard and paused to rest
 ."This country's all for the rich, !" be growled A man that's born poor he's got is to slave from morning to night.
 Jim Jams Jones, working with an equally reluctant spade on the oppO- site side of the path, paused in the very act of lifting a few cIods to agree The tip of MT. Jones' buIboas nose was an angry copper red, and there was no sobrfety to the WindwaFd s4de of him.
 s.Some time they'll be a revolution an, the downtrod gabcrin' classes n git their rights,'' he thickly prophested- ssFor 2 cents I'd refuse to drudge an other stroke for this here rich Wal 1ingford.''
 Sieve pried at his spade handle te loosen the turf. Trouble is we need his money, an there's d law aginst takin' it away from him, as we'd ora to do," he opined-
 "Didn't even say how much he'd pay,'' grumbIed Jim Jams, turning his own spadefuI. tSupposin' he shouldnt come backr' and he dropped his spads in sudden panic.
 6To Be Continued.1