The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-10-11

| mission for the series of station gar dens. I think you will probably work better after this side of your nature is at rest. Of course, a union with NIT. Hall would be ideal for you. You must consider it seriously
 There are some men who are big enough to take woman with a wound in her heart and heal both it and her by their love. Richard is one of that kind. What could any woman want more than her work and a man like that?
 After Jane had laid her strong mind ed head on the bard~pillow that had had to have concocted out of bats of cotton for her I laid my face against my own. made of the soft breast feath- CTS of a white flock of lowering hen mothers, and wept on their softness. A light was burning down in the lodge at the gate of Widega bles, He hasn't gone back to his room to sleep even when have Jane's strong mind edness in the house with me. I re- member that gave my word of honor to myself that wouldn't try any of my modern emotional experiments on him the first night slept in this house alone, with only him over there to keep me from dying with primitive woman fright. I shall keep my word to my self and propose to Richard if my con tract with Jane and the five seems to call for it. In the meantime if choose to cry myself to sleep it is mo- body's business.
 Jane has arisen early several morn lngs and spent an hour before break fast composing a masterly and Machia- vellian letter of invitatio from the Equality league to the inhabitants of Glendale and the surrounding country side to and beyond Bolivar to attend the rally given by them in honor of the c. and G. railroad commission on Tuesday next. It is to come out to- day in the weekly papers of Glendale, Bolivar, Hillsboro and Providence, and hope there will not be so many cases of heart failure from rage that the gloom of many funerals will put out the light of the rally. I hope no man will beat any woman in the Harpeth valley for it, and if he does hope he will do it so neither Jane nor I will hear of it. x
 It was Aunt Augusta who thought up the insulting and incendiary plan of having the rally as an offering of hospitality from the league, and 1 hope if Uncle Peter is going to die over it he will not have the final explosion in my presence.
 Privately spent a dolIaf and a half sending a night letter to Richard all about 1t and asking him if the commis- sioners would be willing to stand for this feminist plank in the barbecue deal. He had sent me>the incest letter of acceptance from the board when Il had written the invitation to them through him as coming from, the per fectIy ladylike feminine population of Glendale, and I didn't like to get them into a woman whirYwind without their own consent. I paid the boy at the telegraph office $5 not to talk about the matter to humanl soul and threat ened to have him dismissed if he did, so the bombshen was kept in until this afternoon.
 Richard replied to the telegram with characteristic directness:
 Delighted to be in at the fight. Seven of us rabid suffragists. two the fence, a6d half roast pig will convert the other. Found answer to my question in letter of last Tuesday. Must!
 RICHARD.
 It was nice of Jane to write out and get ready her bombshell and then go off with Polk so as not to see it ex- plode. q But I'm glad she did. How ever, did advise her to take a copy of it along with the reels and the lunch basket to read to him as a starter of their day to be devoted to the estab- menf of a perfect friendship between them.
 Polk didn't look at me even once as helped pack them and their traps into his auto, but Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like Polk in his white >hannels, and he and Jane made pic lure of perfectly blended tailored smartness as tlsey got ready for the breakaway
 There are some men that acquire feminine obligations as rough cheviot does lint, and Henrietta is one of Folks when it comes to the fishing days. He takes her so often that she thinks she owns him and all the trout in Little Harpeth, and she landed in the midst of the picnic with her fighting. clothes on.
 Where are you and her going at hshing?" she asked ip a calmly con trolled voice that both of them had heard before and which made us quail in our boots and metaphorically duck our heads.
 'sYes, we-er-thought we would,'' he answered with an uncertainty of voice and manner that bespoke abject fear.
 ~I'll be d. if you shall!'' came the explosion, hot and loud. 'I want to go fishing with you, Polk, my ownself, and she ain't no good for nothing any way You can't take herv'
 ''Henriettar' I both beseeched and commanded in one breath.
 'sNo, she ain't no good at all,'' was re iterated in the stormy young voice as Henrietta caught hold of the nose of the panting auto and stood directly in the path of destruction if Polk had turned the driving wheel a hairs breadth. Uncle Peter says that she is CT going to turn the devil loose in Glendale, so they won't be no more whisky and no more babies borned and men will get they noses rubbed in their