The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-05-29

Of course I'll have to admit that it's a diRky little place, but I like it at that You see, everybody'ss your. friend out there.'' Andrew had gone to a win dow at the far end of the room-a fact duly observed by his pupil. Yes; lev- erybody's your friend out there," he repeated, with hint of emotion in his voice, ..but here it's so hard to get ac- quainted that is; with the right sort"
 eff can be of service to you in any way'' Wainwright suggested.
 .sOh, I don't mean to butt in,''' Wal ter declared modestly.
 Wainwright smiled in friendly fash ion.
 x..I'ml glad you did last night" he said emphatically.
 "Oh, that! But. say. have you got any idea why this particular man tried to kill you or who he was or any thing?'' { Nothing defnite,'' Wainwright, re- piled. "I dare say it was just some one with a grievance. You may hap- pen to know, MT. BIount, that I was for some years district attorney here. i During my term of service was con- pelled to send good many men to i prison, first and last, and some even
 
 were spoken Andrew, who had been surreptitiously watching the speaker, turned his face 1nstinctively to hide from view the distortion of hate that transformed it 'sYes,' Wainwright continued, unwilling the feeling arous- l ed in one of his hearers; "a good many criminals have come to hate me-"
 Gee" Walter ejacufated, 'it gives me a chill just to think of itT'
 ssOh, you'd soon get used to it!" Wainwright returned indiferently. I Walter shook his head violently.
 t'Yes,H he agreed, T suppose it's all in the days work; but, just the same, the idea of receiving Threatening let ters and all that sort of dope"- 1 Wainwright interrupted, "My secre- tary usually destroys them ationce."
 There is one notable exception '' Dr. Forbes observed in his characteristtcal- ly precise manner of speech as he re- wintry smile. ''I refer to the white
 y..The white card episode2'' Waiter re peated.
 wainwright's face lost it's rather bored aspect,
 5 ssAh, the white card!' he said thought fully. Yes, that is something differ ent, And the white card is still com ing-coming from some very mysteri- ous person, sort of, genius in his i. way.'' He put a hand into the breast
 pocket of his coat and drew forth a
 bit of white cardboard, which he ex- tended toward his host ''This is one received yesterday"
 |, Walter, who had examined the card
 curiously, looked up in disappointment
 as he returned it to it's recipient. 'sWhy, there's nothing on It, he com i pIained. s'What's the idea? Is it from . somebody you sent up?
 'It carries 8 message in spite of its being blank Wainwright said somber r ly. As to your question, no, it is not i, from some one I sent up. I've never , seen the man that sent me this and
 the others like it, and promises to send
 me more, of different coIors.''
 Wainwright then proceeded to de < scribe the Allen murder, the sentence l, ] and the threatening development:
 thereafter
 t Walters desire for details concern : ing the curious situation outlined b! f Wainwright was thwarted by the en l trance of MT. and Mrs. Blount, pursu
 ant to Andrews privately conveyed in 2 1 structions to them. Husband and wifi P WCE0 HI evening O10SS. ne SptdHS uP a as his guests rose, and introduced tn twain as his father and mother. a "I'm right glad to meet any frienC of my son's,' the husband affirmed.
 tsHe proved himself my friend las !. night Wainwright said. Bloun
 chuckIed.
 f "Yes, he happened to be right on tn
 job, didn't he?"
 Mrs. Blount, who did not approv
 of being left out of any conversation ; in her neighborhood, interposed hosp e tably, as she arranged her ample forn
 in chair near the guests. r "Now, do sit down. she urged, an . beamed on first the one visitor an i+ t4then the other. She felt a triamphan . pride in her position here as hostes ' in metropolitan society and wishe yn that the members of the Mothers d club of Laramie, Wyo., might see he now, entertaining thus intimately tw distinguished gentlemen of New Tor city. Wainwright remarked, as b
 seated himself in a chair facing hi = hostess tI fear we are detaining you. : Not a bit, you ain't,'' Mrs. Bloun
 asserted, with forcefulness. "Fathe . and Lucene and I were just going ou T, ,T to have dinner at some restaurant, an
 we ain't in any hurry at all'' ,,. MT. Blount' re-enforced his wife
 statement.
 No. siree, we ain't in any rusl