The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-10-12

took me in his arms.
 gone to answer Sallie's call to come and help Aunt Dilsie in the bedding of the kitten and the pup Folks auto stopped at the gate, and he and Jane came up the front walk in the twi- light together.
 She had on his flannel coat over her linen one, and his expression was one of glorifed and translucent daze. didn't look at her. I felt as if I couldn't. I was scared! For a sec ond she held me in her arms and kiss ed me, really-the first time she had ever done it in all my 1ife-and then went on, upstairs with a, nice, cool good night and thank you'' to Polk.
 "Evelina,'' he said as he handed me the empty lunch basket and also the empty fish bucket, the first he had ever in his life brought in from Little liar peth, q was right about that hallelu- jah chorus being the true definition of the real woman, only they are more so. I have seen light, and you point ed the way. Will you forgive me for being what I was-and trust me-wfth -with-good night.'' He was gone!
 Jane's kiss had been one of revela- tion to me
 For long time I sat out there in the cool, hay, windy autumn twilight breeze that was heavy with the scent Of luscious wild grapes and tasseled corn, flaming the flame of loneliness in me until couldn't have stood it any longer if a tall gray figure of relief had not come up the street and called me down to my front gate.
 Hail the instigator. of a bloodless ifv7' Tor tFn Tro stopped myself with difficulty on the opposite side of the gate from him. F'The city fathers will have to capitu- late, and now for the reign of the mothersv'
 s'And the same old route to subjec- tion chosen, through their stomachs to their civic hearts, I answered impu7 dently.
 Overlooking my pertness, he went on:
 Mayor Shelby was at home with Mrs. Augusta for two hours after din her, and as I came by the postof11ce I heard him telling Polk in remarkably chastened if not entirely chaste Ian guage that it was better to let the women have their kick-up on feeding proposition than on something worse, as he classically put it.''
 q know it is great victory" I an swered weakly. stbut I'm too tired to glory in it. I wish I was Sallie's pup py being trotted across Aunt Dilsie's knee or kit getting rocking in Cousin Martha's arms.''
 Would any other arms do for the rocking?' ?'' came in a queer, audacious voice, with a note in it that stilled something in me and made all the world seem to be holding it's breath.
 oF, %'es k'c, tenderness I want l faltered in a voice that hardly seemed strong enough to get so far up out of my heart as to reach the ears of the Graz as he bent his head down close over mine. He had come on my side of the gate at the first weak little cry had let myself make minute or two before.
 ''Is this right he asked as he gently took me in his arms, hollowed his shoulder for a place for my head, and, leaning against the old gate, he began to- swing me gently to and fro, his cheek against my hair and hummfng Aunt Dilsie's Swing low, sweet char iot, for to carry me home.'
 It was. know what I want, and shall have it. I'll fight the whole world with naked hands for him. And I'm also going to find some way to get him with all his absurd niceties of honor intact, just because that will make him happier.
 I'll begin at the beginning and some way unclasp those gourdy tendr1ls that Sallie has been strangling him with. I will bunch all the rest of his fem mine collection and take them on my own hands. I'm going to make gov ernor out of him and then a United States senator and finally supreme judge. Help! Think of the old moss back being a progressive! But that's my party and lanes.
 (To be Csontinued.)