The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-06-15

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 where his wife had left the receiver lying ready for his use, he put it to his ear, and called:
 'Is this 114party J? Yes? pr. Forbes. You? Ah, doctor, listen! This is important
 Wainwright hung up the receiver at last and turned to his wife with a smile of satisfaction.
 Well, at least, that much has sbeen arranged" he said. "Dr. Forbes has Thank heaven, now we have chance to win in this struggle"
 "But do not understand just what you mean to do,'' the wife exclaimed wondering1y. sYou told him that An I drew had developed strange mania, unmistakable symptoms of insanity; l; that you wished the man put under restraint for a period of observation. But you didn't tell the doctor the truth. { And you will have to do that when l he comes.''
 ! Wainwright. shook his head.
 tsNo,'' he said resolutely q shall con i vince the doctor that the. man is mad .'' Lucene welcomed the distraction of ! movement, when Wainwright suggest ed that they should descend to the i library, to await the appearance there i of the Blounts, and the later advent Fof Dr. Forbes. Indeed, the two had hardly more than settled themselves 1 in rather impatient expectation when Marshall entered the room, and behind him trafled Mir. and Mrs. Blount, and their .putative offspring, Walter. i A f 0rce HzboY1, fF7aa o+Faey-S xxYi+I1 h. Marshall, in response to a gesture ] from Wainwright, shut the door. 1 Look here, Cortlandti'' Blount stOrmed, this big voice rumbling hoarse- ly. What the devil does this fellow mean by routing us out of bed at this unholy hour of the night?"
 Mrs. Blount, too, andNWalter added their queruIous complaints.
 ''shut up-the lot of your' Vain l wright commanded fiercely. l Wainwright had turned his gaze full on the westerner at the beginning of the outburst
 'You were saying, Mi Morgan he began.
 ] Blount shrank as from a blow, and his rlddy face grew gray.
 "Wh-what? Whats that?"
 Wainwright was explicit enough. | Morgan, to be exact-alias, Black Hank ?
 Blount mopped his forehead with a I handkerchief that became quickly Wringing wet with the precipitation that had gushed forth at this open mention of name that made audible all his terror of the laws vengeance against him for many offenses against 1t T have no idea as to what you are talking about!' he answered.
 Wainwright smiled with scorn.
 Perhaps" he remarked dryly, Esyour wife may prove more intelligent than you appear to be-
 '.Me2 Why. the idea!'' she cried hysterically. Me? The idear'
 Wainwright regarded the excited wo man with eyes in which there was nc pity. His voice as he addressed he1 again was metallic:
 'Yes, you, Sadie!''
 The woman winced perceptibIy. 'aThat is a respectful way for yor to speak to your mother-in~Iaw, ain't 1t, now?" she demanded indignantIy with disdainfuI toss of her head You ought to be ashamed of yourself l Cortland. So you should Sadie in. deed!'
 Wainwright permitted himself anoth CT smile.
 'eYes, Sadie, indeedr he agreed whimsically- ''I might say Mi1wauke, Sadie, in factr'
 "Oh, ratsr' she cried. And, havins } so said, she Topped down into a chail , which creaked compIainingly. Be tween sobs her voice sounded Iugubri ous. And just when everything was going so nice too!' Walter thrust out his jaw in proc lamation of the strong will power h. did not possess and essayed a tone O rather naughty remonstrance.
 Say, Cortland, I am shocked anC urprised-greatly surprised. Honest t, God, I don't know what
 Wainwright's eyes sparkled angrily
 "Oh, so you don't know, eh?'' he sait fcily. ''Well, do, MT. SIocum''
 The collapse of the fellow was al most ludicrously swift. He could onl. humble a feeble attempt at a ques tion, while his gaze shifted furtively downcast.
 'eM-Mister what?'' "1r. Slocum,'' Wainwright retorted with clear emphasis, that suggested n doubt as to the fact; ''alias Diamont Willie"
 } Blount, criminal though he had beer for most of his life, was nevertheless a man and possessed of a mans spirit The westerner spoke with certatl plain sincerity that became him.
 Well, MT. Wainwright he sai, grufny, discreetly relinquishing tn more familiar form of address. styyha