The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-01-09

mint taffy, staIked over to the tnble and viewed the world with dis favor. Just had my allowance of al- cohol, thanks he reported
 You don't need anything to ire your Imagination" charged Hittam. Why did you pen that description of the Neptune sun bath cure2"
 q ask myself why,1 returned Paul, sorrowfnlIy wfpfng his eyeglasses and weighing with sigh, his last box Of taffy. .I have been conscience strick- en all morning. have quarreled with J. Rufus WaliingfOrd, and wish I was out Of the game. I had respecta- ble parents. ''
 They missed fire in your training retorted Hittam.
 How is the stock distributed2' 2'' ir- qnired the quiet little statishcian in the corner.
 You hold T. 300 shares, Mir Walling- butler each hold one share, and Dr.. Daw and myself hold see eacI.
 Mine hundred and ninety -nine.r fig- Ured the little man in the corner with our 1,500 we would have within two shares of control Would you like to sell your stock, MT PoIlet7''
 ssI'd just push wheel chair from here to Philadelphia and back to find the man with the money responded Mir. Pellet bitterly.
 How much do you want for your stock ?s' asked Hittarn.
 Seventy 2
 eeYour fn11gnation does not affect the market vaIue of your inv estment, I notice, 7 observed the fat member of the party.
 Not so you could notice it confess ed PoIIet T don't care much for mon ey, but I think I could learn.
 Hold on minute,'' counseled the statistician. MT PoIlet's shares would not give us control, anyway.
 We might obtain the two odd shares held by the dummy directors,' ? suggest ed Nayler hopefully.
 The nasal laugh of MT. Poynter dis counted that idea. ousd find string to those two shares, z he avowed.
 Possibly Mir. Daw might be induced to vote with us. again hopefully inter jected the optimistic MI. Nayler-
 ssNo chance, scorned MT. Pellet dis aafnfuHy .eBlaclie Daw and Jim Wal Iingford are firm friends"
 ssTfen think I'll see MT. Daw." de caded Mr. Poyntsr, his eyes twinkling. Where do you suppose I'd find him 2
 ssDown in the billiard room playing Kelly pool for two bits cue and ten cent setbacks.'' advised Paul, with a grin. He was three forty ahead of the game when left him.
 Gaunt and thin nosed MT. Poypter. looking like a retired preacher who had taken up farming, wandered down into the billiard room and found Blackie in his shirt sleeves, with four firm friends whom he had not known at breakfast time.
 ssJust at the right minute, Lemuel, 7 hailed Blackie. Take stick and trail i'm,
 "Don't care if I do" replied the awkward looking Poynter, who, with his broad brimmed hat, looked as much out of place in there as bath ing suit at sIeighing party.
 Blackie inspected the new player as he chaIked his cue and introduced him to the gathering. Boys, I'm afraid I'n have to apologize for this" he ex- paadned. sI never played with Mr. Poynter, but believe he's ringer.
 asI haven't played for years" stated Poynter, casting his eye speculatfvely on the edges of the cushions. They seemed a trifie worn.
 4sThen it's all off, 2 sighed Blackie-
 sI don't see what you're kicking about remonstrated the man with the lurnpy biceps as he prepared to break. seWesd rathae give son1e of our money to a stranger than have you take 1t aIl.''
 The game now being fairly in prog ress, Poynter leaned against the next table beside Blackie.
 sMr. Daw, I'd like to buy about ten shares of your bath company stock. ?