The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-17

that sya1ingford had named
 the exact amount he needed to make up enough to buy his sis6er v1vtanss stock; that is, if she had not changed her mind Moreover, the offer vlas quite liberal.
 ETH do itt'' he enthusiast1caIIy decid- cd, banging his fist upon his desk l1ke hero
 E WaIIfngford whipped out his check book. 'sIrs bet he agreed. sT'H gfve you check right now on bill Of sale, if you like. and we'll put up to our law yeEs the job of cheating us the rest ot the way.
 Mr. Grfswa1dss eyes suddenly con. fracted- -T'd rather think about il overnight he responded contemp1a lively; waving the enticing check book from him.
 could only slip you the money you'd stfck,p laughed WaIIfngfords put ting away his check book with regret nevertheless. Now, let's have a clear understanding about this. Pm offering you hundred thousand for Griswa1d county over there, from the hedge to Blackie Dawss, and from the gasoline pike to the tugboat speedway
 Again Mr. GrIswald silently consid cred esFA0r my residence property, he finally coFroborated-
 As they passed out of the building B1ackie solemnly pIucked a geraninm from an enormous pot at the side of the door and pinned it on WaIlingford's $ coat 4sHt'B a meaal,s he explained
 ..For what? gr1nned WaI11ngford For joI1ydng Brother Harry into sell. ing the family estate, if he can buy Vinegar vfyianss stock tonight 2s'
 .sNo,r corrected Black1e, flor quick digging. Where did you, keep all those facts about that paint monopoly? never heard of t
 sFge2ther did I till just as we came In,s clanckIed Wallingford. sLook there" and he pointed to workman who was spreading a coat of vivid green paint on the 'sstudioo shutters.
 Blackie walked over and looked al the paint can. You came close enough for that sucker never tD find out the difference anyhow" he commented Hen probably swallow that shutter paint gag without pfnning back its eaH-s
 ssWhats the matter with the para. Baea~ demanded waIlfngford. sT think 1t WAS a pippin.'
 aNothang much the matter with it, 7 laughed Blackie, stexcept that you need 1crenetfe You missed the keyboard. It isa't the Wilkinson Cream Paint company, but the Williamsburg Cream Faint company. They grind out twelve cans a day in a sleAky old, barn just over the bridge and they manufacture eaghty-four shades to order.
 Wallfngford, happy in the possession of fair suburban home of many shad- ed acres, installed his automobile in the garage and filtered the place, from pike to river, with several varieties o1 the five known kinds of building ma. terials- brick, stone, iron, wood and cement. There was pergola to be built, a spring house, some bridges, a kiosk and numberless other stamps o1 his individuality, and, accompanied by Blackie, he even went over to see the new president, manager and main. spring of the wholly reorganfzed Gris. wald company about supplanting the hedge on their mutual property line \ with an ancient ivy clad stone wall
 t<I don't understand what hedge you mean" 1" protested Harry GriswaId, look ing uncomfortably out of the big bow window that had once shrined Brother Curtis. s"There is no hedge on the di viding line between my former resi- dence property and the studio grounds. '
 tOh, I see," returned WaIIingford carelessly. ''The hedge is entirely on your side. In that case I suppose you won't mind my building a wall at the edge of the nne.''
 sT scarcely think you would like g wall so near to the house" advised Grfswald, who was so uneasy that WalIingford looked at him sharply
 s.Just where is my property liner he wanted to know, catching the infection of uneasiness.
 '..I'n shvw yern offered Griswald1.