The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-09-22
cHAPrER xxv.
In Which Admit Was Jealous.

Tn Which Admit Was Jealous. =lOW, I had not the slightest idea ANlI what Davidson had told me nor
 VII what he meant by waving a
 paper over his head They've signed Dingleheimer for next year! Now, what do you think of that? Worlds championship, and good old DingIeheimer for next year-I guess that's pretty poor for them little old Giants, what?'' And he smiled like one devoid of all care as well as of all reason.
 I myself smiled just a moment later, after had greeted the Manning ladies' had seen Helena step up and kiss Sally Byfngton fiery ently, directly on the cheek. whose [ DO keen coloring once had heard her decry; had Nslapped Edouard joyousIy on the shoulders and pointed to my pirate flag and gloomy black visaged crew. say also smil- ed suddenly when I felt a hand touch me on the shoulder.
 'Polyte. the pilot, stood, cap in hand and asked me to one side
 Pardon, monsieur" said he, .'but those gentil homrnes-those fat one ees eet she'll was M. Davelson who'll H'IIl got letter on heem from those lighthouse, heemT
 why, yes. 'Polyte-the letter you said would take four days to get to New Orleans"
 'Polyte smiled sheepishly Hell wouldn't took four days now, mon sieur. H'I'lI got it hall those letter here. H'I'I change the coat on the lighthouse maybe, han H'rH got the coat of GuiIlaume wit hall those let ter in het, yass?" And he now handed me the entire packet of letters, which I had supposed left far behind us on the previous day!
 took the letters from him and hand cd all of them but one to Edouard's old body servant to put in the office mail The remaining one I held in the same hand with it's mate, and mo- tipned Davidson aside to a spot under at live oak as the other began now nIowly to move toward the path from the landing up the hill.
 This is for you" said I, handing him his letter, and told him how it came to him thus
 sIt's from Helena, dear old girl Isn't she trump, after aIl?'' he said. tearing open the letter and glancing at it.
 ...she is a dear girl, MT. Davidson g said stifiy; yes"
 .'Why, of course-yes, of course, I'd have done it if I'd got this before I left the city,, said he. but how can I nowY' holding the letter open in his hand.
 Do you mean to tell me- began. but choked in anger mixed with un- certainty. What was it she had asked of him. offered to him? And was not HeIena's wish a command?
 Yes; mean to tell you or any one else I'd do a favor to lady if I could, but''-
 What favor. MT. Davidson?'' de manded icily.
 'sWelI, why MT Dayidson?. Ain't I your pal in spite of all the muss you made of my plans? Why, I'm dashed if I'1I pay you the charter money at all after tie way you've acted. and a1I"-
 MT Davidson, dash the charter moneyw
 That's what say. What's charter money among friends? All right. if you can forgive half the charter fee, I'll forgive the other half. and"-
 What was in the letter from her?n
 Its none of your business Harry. but still don't mind saying that Miss Emory wrote me and said that if l was stAl-oh, I say" he roared, turn ing suddenly and poking finger into my ribs, If you haven't got on one of my waistcoats!' !'' f.'The one with pink stripes" said I, still icily, .sand deuced bad ones they are. And these clothes I borrowed from my China boy But them.
 T see. you must have come in 9 hurry. eh ?''
 Yes. But come now. old man, what's fu that letter? I've got one of my own