The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-10-01

I'll grcssion around the town Somewhat dangerous on account of the sudden change of grade of the sidewalk about every sixty feet. Aunt Augusta want ed Uncle Peter to introduce q bill in the city council forcing all of the prop crty owners on the square to put down the pavement in front of their houses at small payments per annum, the town assumiI%, the contract at per cent Uncle Peter refused, because he said that he felt a smooth walk around the square would call out what he call ed "a diInity parade" every afternoon.
 They have water system that is supplied by so much mud from the river that it often happens that the town has to go uuwashed for a week, while the pipes are cleaned out There is a wonderful spring that could be used with a pump to supply the town, Aunt Augusta says.
 The city council tied up the town for a S1OO,OoO subscription to the new railroad and failed to tie the shops down in the contract. They are to be built in Bolivar A great many of the rich men have lost lot of money thereby. Cousin James the most of all, and everybody is sitting up in bed blinking.
 There are still worse things happen ing in the emotional realm of Glendale.
 Lee Greenfield has been in the state of going, to ask Caroline Lellyett to marry him for fifteen years and has never done it. Caroline has been beau tiful all her life. but she is getting so thin and faded at thirty that she is q tragedy. Lee goes to see her twice q week, and on Sunday afternoon takes her out i'll his new and rakish run about that is as modern as his behavior is obsolete. Caroline knows no better and stands it with sublime patience and lack of character. That is q situa- ton l won't be able to keep my hands off of much longer.
 Ned Halls wife has seven children with the oldest one not twelve, and she<looks fifty. Ned goes to all the dances at the Glendale hotel dining room and looks thirty. He dresses beau tifuIly, and Nell and all the girls like to dance with him. Just Ordinary tor ture wouldn't do for him.
 Polk Hayes wouldn't be allowed to run loose in London society.
 Sallie Carruthers is a great big husky woman. with three children that she is responsible for having had. She and her family must consume tons of green groceries every month and per fectIy innocent man pays for them.
 Mrs. .Dodd, the carpenter and con tractors wife, is Boston woman who came down here. Before could write all about that Boston girl so that Jane could understand perfectly the situa tion Polk came around from the side street and seated himself on the rail ing9pf the porch so near the arm of my chair that couldn't rock without in conveniencing him.
 I am glad he found me in the mood was in and I am glad to record the strong minded-it came near being the strong armed-contest in which we in du1ged.
 "Me for woman that has lot of spirit! She is so much sweeter when tanned, Evelina!' was one of the gen tie remarks with which he precipitat- ed the riot. / T think it has been spunkily fascinating of you to come and live by yourself in this old barn. It keeps me awake nights just to think of you over Eere-a1one. How long Is the torture to go on?''
 Jane, I tried, but if r had frankly and courageously shown Polk Hayes what was in my heart for him at that moment I couldn't have answered for the results.
 From the time was eighteen until I was twenty the same sort of assault and battery had been handed out to nne from him. He had beaten me with his love. He didn't want me He doesn't want any woman except so long as he is uncertain that he can get her. Just because I had been firm with him when even a child and de- nied him, he has been merciIess. And now that am a woman and armed for the combat, it will be to the death.
 Shall I double and take refuge in a labyrinth of subterfuge or turn and fight? So temporized today.
 Tt is lonely-but not quite torture to me with the family so close across the street" I answered him, and I went on whipping the lace on a piece of fluff am making to discipline my Self because loathe a needle so. Please don't you worry over me. dear" I raised my eyes to his, and tried the common citizenship look. It must have carried a little way, for he fushed-the first time ever saw him do it-and his hand with the ciga- rette in it shook.
 I 'Evelina, are you real or a-farce ?.' he asked after few minutes of peace.
 Pm trying to be real, PoIlk,'' I an- swered, and this time raised my eyes with perfect frankness. 'sIf you could define real woman, Polk. in what terms would you express her?'' asked him straight out from the shoulder Hell fire and a hallelujah chorus if she's beautiful,'' he answered me promptly.
 laughed. I thought it was best un- der, the circumstances.
 ''I'll tell you, Evelina,'' he continued stealthily. "A man just cant gen. eralize the creatures. Apparently they are craving nothing so much as emo tfonal excitement, and when you of