The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-01-21

Up Against It.
 ssK\ ONT stretehr' warned Violet
 Bonnie Daw, ''but when you
 Ak get a chance Pinkerton the
 lone goat two tables behind Fannie
 But Wallingford and B1ackie Daw took careless survey of the varfously decorated cannibaIs who, drifting from Broadway into, this giIded palace of gastronomic sip, strove to keep up the gloomy pretense of having good time. On their ocular excursion the two men scrutfnized the lone goat. He proved to be a pasty faced man entirely sur rounded by an estentatiously youthful dress suit, and not at all the sort of person one would look at often for the mere pleasure of it.
 Violet Bonnie powdered her nose in vexation. 'I think it identifies me!' she worried. There's something about it's general diagram that seems fami1- far. Every time accidentally glance at this puffy pest it gets ready to wig wag me.'
 eff it would help any I might offer you the loan of a perfectly good short arm Jab," suggested her husband po- 1iteIy.
 Net here, anyhow" refused Violet Bonnie. My professional instincts are against it. En1ess all these Main street folks were paying $2 a ticket. Thank heaven, here comes the boy! Boy. stand right over behind this lady's chair.''
 The uniformed youngster glanced be- hind him out of an sppal1ingIy preco- cious knowledge to see who vsas of fensive to her, and, stepping in xange of the lone goat, grinned cheerfuIly at her.
 Couldn't get another pair of seats at any price ?v he stated. s.I telephon- ed all the agencies, the inside specuia- tors, went around the corner into the lobby myself and even tried the box office. Sixty cents telephone"
 Wallingford, with sigh, handed the boy dollar. TT guess we'll have to put you two girls in at the theater, and Blackie and I will stick around the neighboring pickle factories until you come out,' he proposed.
 "All r1ght,'' agreed Violet Bonnie. 'tOnIy don't stay in the brine too long. I knew it! Here comes that unhnish- ed sketch! Look at him! He reminds me of the bottom of an ec1air! That's what stage door Johnny grows up to be!'
 5 The lone goat arrived, as she had prophesied, and, smiling naoistly, ex- tended his hand with the easy fani1- iarity of a person who considers that he should be welcome anywhere. 'fVio- let Bonniev' he exclaimed, with the joy of a lifelong friend. s'Td have known you anywhere"
 '"The pleasure is all yours,'' she as sured him. wondering why she was So specifically resentfuI of him.
 "Why, you remember me, don't you ?' he protested. little Billy Brack. We used to be great pals in the Pink Ca { nary days, when you were such a hit and I used to know every head waiter on Broadway
 - ''I don't forget my pals,'' she amend ed, studying his pie crust like counte- nance with severe criticism 'sYou lose a bet" he laughed, with callous assurance 'Why, of course you remember me-from when you and Muriel Latoska used to have the apart ments up on Sixty-fourth street. Why I used to be up there to see Muriel all the time.''
 ''Oh, yes,'' she suddenly remember ed. Bargain Billy! Why, thought Muriel broke you.'' And there was g trace Of regret in her tone.
 ''She did almost he admitted, witt an involuntary vince. T starred hel for two seasons, and when she couldn'i make good she blamed me. They al handed me that clammy turndowI when 1 stopped producing. There's nl gratitude in the profession
 Violet Bonnie wrfnkIed the bridge of her nose as she remembered tht ~F . could see why they should be grate ful," she dryIy commented, and, seeing that MT. Brack was quite bent on talk ing the rest of her party into his con f1dence. she weakly gave way to hel more spiteful inclinations and intro duced him.
 He promptly drew up a chair iron an adjoining table and became chun my until it was time for them all tt go to the theater. Even then, enjoy ing himself to the point of glutton1 in f1abby reminiscence, he stalked witt them down to the theater in the nex block and waited outside while Wal lingford and Blackie escorted their re Spectiye wives as far as the ticke ehepper.
 1 Violet Bonnie dragged them into tn, corner of the lobby. ''An right now begin! If anybody has anything req i cute to say I want them to get rid 0 i 1t, that's all, because I want to mak sporting proposition. You heard thi unripe doughnut drop the information 1 didn't you, that he had just loosenet the last tidbit of papa's once estate?' Both gentlemen grinned.
 ''WeIl. get it!''
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