The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-01-01
copyr1sl1t. 1eIS. b1 tfe Bobbs- Merrill Co.
GEORGE.aRANDOLPn CHESTER:


 been rurtively meek. and Mir. Jones paid for that drink with; d nicely wash ed. gold coin, which Mike scrutanized almost hard enough to make 1t blush before he tossed it into the drawer and made change.S
 Lets have some more O the same,',~ suggested MT. Jones. .sTwo more .. that two for g quarter stuff, Mike. It's on Sieve this time" .@
 q ain,t seen the paper yet" observ- cd Mike as he.set forth the bottle, stbut I. suppose I'll hear about the holdup before the nights eoyer...',
 Sieve laid a. five dollar gold piece on the bar. sWe'u be. right here if any, body wants to pinch us,' he promised. Lets have Piggy Moore, bring in steak from next door, Jim Jams. ''t ss. ts- ;
 'T was thinkin' we'd go down to. Reagan's an. have a swell feed" de bated Jones, tsbut I guess we'd be moro comfortable here. Tell him a big sirloin an some German fried an some hot coffee an pie.''
 MT. Bascona and MT. Jones walked over to the little card table where, after they had placed their order for the feast, they demanded that liquor | be brought to them good liauor..
 Pinky Slump walked in. and Jim. Jams Jones broke the eternal. record of Mikes place by inviting him to have a drink, nonchalantiy displa y1ng handful of silver when he paid for it. and Pinky decided to remain. Rhubarb Jennings made his usual appearance for the evening session and joined the l pleased committee on irrigation. At Il o'clock Jim Jams Jones, for l getting that they were not alone. had
 suddens re1nernbrance of how Sieve l tad tried to "do,.. him.
 teRusty: nRfh wasn't ity' he charged thickly. F:'.sTried to lie to your old partner, didn't youle ' sss. 1 'sAw, cut it, Jim Janas!' protested. Sieve. You got yours. an let's be. friends. We got to get more in the
 Rusty nail!p scorned Jonssss leaning dened eyes: s.Tha's what you tried to tried to put me of O the job, an' let \ you spade up the whole Bunker front l yard yoprseH . 5Isse. that equality and Pinky slump exchanged a startled glance with Mike Rhubarb Jennings loafed over closer to the table. There -I were dozen thirsty regulars at the | bar, the entire leisure element of the I growing little town, and they were all busy drinking, at the expense of the two lucky ones.
 LAW, cut. it, Jim Jamsr, pleaded tSieye. ..s '.'s 25s-: ss
 James; correcteG the other, smack 1 ing his fist inaccurateiy on the edge of the table. James J.- Jones, an's that goes. Rusty nails, eh ? LoolEhere, Sieve this is what Pm goin' to do with you. You're goin' to stay home tomorrow. an I'm goins to spade up the rest Q that Bunker front yard myself. Tha's because you tiled to do anes
 1 Pinky Slump walked quietly out of Rhe rear door. Rhubarb Jennings re l 6arded his going tIaoughtfulfy, and fol- I lowed There seemed strange thrill of intensity in the room. Mike took off his apron and handed it to his bar tender.
 Fifteen minutes afterward Sieve Bascom and James }. Jones were left in uninterrupted conversation, with only nervous bartender to wait on them. The bartender turned them out. sodden in waIEing sleep. half an hour before closing time and sa1lied forth to borrow spade and lantern. There was none to be had.s 4'sf..9s.. :ss
 Poplarville suddenly burst from ob- scurity and elbowed its way into asded- nfte location on the 1laap.s J Rufus w a1- Hngford. waiting for just fhat transfor- mation, grabbed 3 Il the papers from the newsstand anda caught the first train, driven by the stern necessity Of pro tecting his property. At the station he wired BIaekez Daw to- close up his deal in Ironhu1gh and come on. Then T., 4I,s> ed hirsself with entertaining informa- tion- A naiser story always finds it's way to the front page, and 4the New | Yerk corresp6ndent in PoplarviiIe had a gorgeoaslY creative nina which, was attuned to the safe and conservative
 harmony of only 1.oO0 per cent exag- | geration. s8zz s4.z Y .,ss-..,sz4y :. The grounds of the recently: defunct i Jonathan Bunker had proved to be a 1 veritable gold mine, and the citizens of Poplarvil1e had gone money mad Fabulous deposits of yellow coin had been unearthed at. every 4spadefu1, and untold wealth. had suddenly come upon families that had been poor for gen erations. A thousand dollars had been uneartfled from the roots of, an old
 rosebush; another thousand had been concealed beneath the flooring Of the
 platform; fortune had been discov-
 cred in the corner of the long unused dog kennel; in the srotted front gate post had been found the price of 8 farm, and Wa1lingford as he devoured
 these and smaller glowing details ad m1red the mental resources of a writ
 CT who could turn an exact S2oo worth
 of gold and silver coin into such an in ] exhausttble Goleonda.
 (To Be Continued.3 se x Corsaae Bouquets For Dances