The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-15

he Bobbs-r1errfn Co. 'sWen stay out til theysne fhroueh, fo1 fear you might lind one," and stepping from the path he walked across tha beautifully kept lawn to the hedge, beyond which stretched the Harry Griswald estate. It was a handsome big place.. running back from the pfkq to the river, with winding drives and big trees and stately stone house
 q feel like it's hop dream when 2 think Of owning a. park like that smiled Wallingford.
 -sPiker,'' reproached BiAckie.
 ''Tn put up enough money for ik tE make a furry on wall street,'' indig, nant1y repndiated Wal1ngford, 'iand I'll let them bite every dollar to make sure it's good, but I'm suspicious ot my luck From all hear, this GElz wald won't sell. Why doesn't he Ivs in ft?s'
 ''His wife got nerves as soon as she married money and has only strength enough to dress five times . day and carry twelve trunks to q different health resort every month 4n the year. grinned Blackie. "she.s a confirmed invalid"
 'Then why won't he seEl?' pu1zled Walhngford-
 Flush! It's the ancestral estate, whispered Bfackie. 'Harry is the first aristocrat the family ever had, and ha broke himself buying an old home stead to make good.'
 4sNo heirs ?' guessed TaI1ingferd.
 'In TarryvilleT' scorned Blackie.
 s.Then he'd sell with proper pres. sure" decided Wanfngford sSay, B1ackie, if I could buy this property I'd cut of that whole corner Of tho river front with thick shEubbery. ! don't like it's face.T
 .'It does look as if it had been dis. owned by tine factory. agreed B1ackis as they turned from the despised curve toward the adjoining unattractive pri yafe wharf, where great yellow barges unIoRded the clay for the GriswaId terra cottaa and carried the finished product away.
 Just beyond the Griswald wharf was a dingy little boat landing with nar. row alley running back to the pike and with Famshackle clubhouse, before which was clustered an imposing hee4 of up to the minute private launches.
 WaIfingford studied the landscape ip profound though the residence prop erty, the terra cotta factoryss wharf and the boat landsns-and presently kia big round head bobbed with slow de rtermination. stI think Tn have to uaala Harry Griswald part with his old homestead" he decided. sVantlna things too long hurts my 1iTers
 .s1dy own impression is that Harry la a fool," i" rasped a hard voice fn ell board room.
 &1.- with infanttle deli9ht That's Cgrtta Griswa1d.'s 2 he half whispered to Wal Hngford. ssHe's the oldest brother. and he keeps bulldog
 stI second the motion, 's came a Ian guid voice from out the board room
 'sWeIIes Griswa1d. 2 explained B1acE ie, youngest brother and leads an Italian greyhound around on a gill chain Say, Jim, if Fannie moves out here will she use Iorgnette" "Shut up, grosvied Wall1ngford. Hs tenfng intenE1y.
 T demand to be haard.~ cratad pompous voice
 sHarry," said RAacazie; sskeaps blari1 azad-tanss they bark and run
 You have your way. abodt betns heard. snapped a metallic feminiu.a voice 'sWe're always hearing you
 Vivian" checked on Rlackie. "She lives with two parrots and an Angora-
 You are always so harsh with Han y," drawIed the sweet voice of lady who one 1nstlncttvely knew must be fat .He has perfect right to have voice in the business, and I for ona think all his ideas ara most clever. added up Blackie- keeps a paIe whiskered, imported husband Say Jim, could you find room for q kitchen and a chef on forty foot launehF
 sYou are enthusiastic about Harryss crazy ideas because he is willing t1 make an ornamental place for youE husband in the factory charged Cur tis GriswaId
 tsHe, knows, he ought b." retorted Grace 4tPauI's lifelong study of cera- mics should not be wasted
 Tt always has been" Uttered Welles,
 Again you insult me- piped small voice which could have belonged to none other than the pale whiskered husband.
 of you didn't insist on coming here you wouldn't know it," grufHy charged prtis.
 ''That's one thing I agree with any how,'' snapped Vivian, who sounded thin. 'sNo one but a stockholder should be admitted to these meetings
 That's enough snarIing at Paul" protested Grace with a gradually ris- ing voice. 'tof course, though one who has never been able to obtain a husband could scarcely be expected ta know the courtesy due to one.'
 ~Tf I lowered myself enough to buy one would at least have confidence enough in him to put my stock in s.ess name,'' 7 retorted Vivian.
 Brother Curtis pounded energetieally with his gavel. These things are not for business discussion," he remarked. s.Since there is nothing more of 1nnpor- tance before the board we may as tgsll