The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1915-01-28
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and last trip, and the frown or dis
comfort settled on his brow to remain
there permanently during his stay in
Heapville. Haven't you better room
than this % he protested.
well, I could have given you d bet
ter ROOM" apologized the landlord,
shut they've just opened the mine
again, and I got seven new regular
boarders stepping here. Mr.. Horace G.
Daw has the bay window room. It's
about three times as big as this and
has all stuffed furniture, but it's too
expensive for most people. Mr. Daw
don't care for expenses, though
els he the owner of the mine % In
quired WaIlingford-
No. responded the landlord, as will
ing to disseminate information as he
was to gather it. He only owns 40
per cent of the stock, but he's the
president and manager. He's the may
or OF TarryviIle and is said to be the
best saxophone player In the world.
He's get heavy little iron box in his
room, that's full OF medals for playing
the saxophone. but I never saw the
medals. The box is locked"
SIS bis room near this pr demanded
I Wallingford, with a keen memory of
Blaekie's musical activities.
8 mo; it's way up front, but there's
saxophones on each side Of you and
across the hall. All seven OF 'em's got
'em, and they practice every night"
Isn't there any other hotel in this
town.
mo; there's a place that calls itself
hotel, but you wouldn't want to stop
there. There's no barr
Wallingford groaned internally and
took up his burden of duty. you say
there's mine here?, he inquired.
what sort of mine?"
ssBe goshed If known replied the
man of the mottled ceuntenance,
scratching his head in acute mental
distress. st started as a coal mine
fifteen years ago, and fly up the creek
companies has tried it for everything
else since then, Including Gopher dia-
monds. Lord knows what this fel.
lows after. In my opinion, he's toll
cradle sort of DANCED FOOL
Wallingford almost snickered- What
is the matter with him?" he wanted to
know.
'He don't seem to have nothing seRi-
Gus on his mind, y criticised, the land
lord, much perturbed by that fact.
tsWhy. he's paying six chemists to do
nothing but analyze dirt all day long.
and every last one of those chemists
says there amt anything but just dirt
in that mine
Mr.. WalIingford grew thoughtful.
sfThere seems something mysterious
about that he admitted, narrowing
his eyes ssDo all his chemists seem to
like Mr.. DAVE
'eThey follow him around like kids
after candy, and they laugh every time
he says anything stated the land
lord, beginning to be indignant as he
thought over certain matters.
Wa1lingford did not smile. '"Then
they are not worried about anything
he concluded, land they are here I'M
der heavy expense
That's a fact admitted the land
eord, himself growing serious. 81 won
der If there amt something valuable
in that mines I guess I'd better write
again to "a fellow I promised to keep
posted
Zone of the stockholders ?" suggested
Waliingford
Henry z. .Grouge," replied the land
lord. He's as rich as the mint
-
Wallingford was sitting moodily in
the Office of the Heap House, reading
in doleful contempt the jokes in the
green covered almanac, when he heard
the sound of approaching vocal music,
the burden of which was a bulldog on
a bank and bullfrog in a pool. Just
outside the door that tune stopped abb
ruptly, and the vibrant voice of Black
lie Daw was heard commanding:
ssNow, all together! One, two, three.
Ready! warbler
The result was immediate and star
os1.c( Of Inst 1sTsa lat
forth the Cinder Heap yell:
An-a-Iyze note in GIL
Bass!
Fg T9to sass'
| Oon-pah Alto.
Tenor:
Sissy tenor!
Vfrtuosot
Oom-pah Oom-pah. Oom-paht Bang!
/ Immediately after this remarkable re-
turn from toll the door opened and
Blackie Daw burst in, wearing silk
hat, a black Prince Albert and pair
/ of blue oVeralls. Just behind him was
/ a lanky young man with taMy colored
hair, and he was holding to Blackie's
| coattail. Behind the lanlzy young man.
/ and clutchinG that earnest chemists
! coattail, was short, fat chemist, fol-
lowed by specialized one, handsome
one, loose jointed one and red
headed one. They were all grinning
and their faces were flushed with ex-
ercise, singing and mischievousness.
Blaekie, circ1ing the room, STOPPED alb
ruptly in front of J. Rufus Walling-
ford. and said as follows:
/ Hello, stranger, have drinkF
The six young chemists stopped In
front OF him successfully and issued
the same grinning invitation, in bass,
frog bass, alto, oom-pah alto, tenor and