The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-05-26

suited to the event and spoke in tones broken with emotion.
 .aThis is all so-so affecting!'
 ''Huh!' Walter calculated hufnly. s1 guess,'-
 Mrs Blount interrupted:
 Father. why don't you introduce me to my son2'
 "sure do!' Walter remarked, with .krimace. .sI'm just dying to meet mother,
 Blount cleared his throat impressive ly and spoke with a bow as low as generous paunch would permit
 Mother he said tenderiy, 'ethis is our son-our only son to this date, Wal tern
 Mrs. BIount beamed roguEhly.
 "Ain't he the cute little song" she. gushed. "oh, ssonny!. She advanced ed Walter, with the evident intention 1 of bestowing on him chaste embrace.
 LAW, cut that out!'' the son cried, l disgustedly, as he drew back in alarm l before the threatened onslaught
 Why, Walterp'
 ooh, thunders' Walter expostulated. ~Say, what's the use of that bunkr'
 Mrs. Blount spoke seriously now. ''No use, of course,'' she admitted I gravely. Its funny, though" she added, little Wistfully; ttJust for minute felt somehow, like you might l be my boy, sure enough-the one never had. Ain't that the limit now?v
 Well, I ain't!'' the young man de- clared grossly sSo wen cut out the cuddling. SeeT
 Mrs. Blount's humorous sense of the situation caused her again to speak.
 tI can't see that he's changed mite, dad,'' she remarked, with mellow gurgle of laughter.
 ttAw, cut that!' Walter insisted sul- Ienly.
 Do you know what you're up against?" he questioned shril1y. eI tell you, straight, this games danger ous. Do you know. it's some kind of a frame up Andrews got against Vain wright?''
 "Wainwright!'' Blount cried, aghast at this disquieting statement as to the thing in which he had become involv- ed. s'You don't meant the one here the one that was district attorney 9' I That's just the guy I mean" was the savage assurance.
 Blount showed symptoms of alarm. His ruddy face grayed little, and the heavy flesh of the jow1s; sagged EIt don't look good to> me,'' Blount confessed somberly. stWhat's the idea Y'
 Walter shook his head in admission of ignorance.
 "Al1 I know is that he's got 1t in for Wainwright" Again he shook his head. That's all I know Whatever it is, it's something fierce. If you don't believe me just mention the name of Wainwright some time when he's around. You watch him then, and you'll see, all right"
 By a great effort of self control Blount reassumed his manner of genial ity.
 "Well. well!n he exclaimed patroniz. ingly. tsI really must look into this matter, quite in the interests of my friend. You know. I'm an old friend of Andrews, and merely to oblige him I've agreed to adopt a son and daugh. ter for a few weeks" } Mrs. Blount spoke aggressively. ''Yes, John,'' she said, "and you know he absolutely assured us that the whole thing was only harmless joke'' She hesitated slightly, then continued doubtfully, 'But if it's as Wa1tel says She broke off, drowning. 7 Listen here, son. he said presently { with return to his kindlier manner 'If I'm going to be father to you I've got to be it all the time, that's cer tain-not merely when somebody else is around. I can't be a fond father one minute and then be hating you 7 insides the next, although when this t thing is all over might feel some diff fferent-yes! But as long as we're or l this game I'm gong to think a hear l of you. Yes, that's the program, anC 3 it's got to be carried out no matter how much it hurts me" !