The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-11-10

course. But, speaking of cleaning up, Pm thinking of it, Dick. my boy. Yes, l believe I'll take them both on--se- fer me, but when one loves ones art no service seems too tough"
 You're hopelesa,' Minot groaped.
 'ssay not so," laughed Paddock and went away hummlng a frivolous tune,
 The twenty-four hours that followed were hours of anxiety for Minot. Lord Narrowly having lost money at the gaming table borrowed Chain Lightning's collar from Minot and tried ill vain to get loan on 1t from Tom Stacy. Bill Huntley, custom holse detective froE, New York, found the necklace ill Harrowby's pocket and arrested him because the duty on the necklace had not been paid. Spencer Meyrick, ill a rage. sought Narrowly.
 live talked matters over with Gym thia. The marriage is off for good!n he declared. 'aThis is the last straw, Good night and goodby"'
 Moved by an inspiration, Minot sug- gested to the detective that possibly the jewels were not genuine. Much to Lord Harrowby's surprise, apparently, the detective declared that the jewels we've fine old bottle glass;
 T know the governor has been finan- cially embarrassed" Narrowly ex- plained to Cynthia. "but never sus- peeted him of this"
 Spencer. Meyrick and Cynthia reluc- tantly agreed to lot the wedding occur as scheduled. Immediately thereafter Mir. Trimmer announced that he had found the kidnapped George and brought him back with him. He demanded that Lord Narrowly see George.
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 Whats the matter with youT'
 Seated in the lobby of the De la Pax on Sunday morning, MT. Trimmer turn ed disappearing eye upon the lank Englishman at his side as he made this query. And his question was not without good foundation, for the as- pirant to the title of Lord Narrowly was at the moment a jelly quaking with fear,
 "Fawncy meeting you after all these years,n said poor old George in an un- certain treble.
 Come comer' cried MT. Trimmer. "Put little more authority into your voice. You can't walk up, and claim I. your rights with your knees dancing the tango This is the moment we've been looking forward to. Act deter mined Walk into that room upstairs as though you were walking into Rake dale hall to take charge of it. "Allan, don't you know me? I'm your brother George" went on the Englishman, intent on rehearsing. 'tMore like it." said Trimmer. "Put the fire into it. You're not expecting a thrashing, you know. You're expecting the title and recognition that belong Isto you. I wish I was the rcal Lord Narrowly. I guess I'd show em a thing or two"
 T wish you was," agreed poor old George sadly. Somehow I don't seem to have the spirit used to have" Tn Lord Harrowby's suitnthat gentle man sat in considerable nervousness awaiting the undesired encounter With him sat Miss Meyrick and her father, whom he had thought it neces sary to invite to witness the ordeal
 Richard Minot uneasily paced the floor
 avoiding as much as possible the glances of Miss Meyrick's brown eyes Ten o'clock was upon him, and MT Minot was no nearer a plan of action than he had been the preceding night. Every good press agent is not with cut a live theatrical sense, and MT Trimmer was no exception. He Jeff
 his trembling claimant in the entrance i hail and strode into the room. Good morning." he said brightly "Hare we are, on ti,iae to the minute Ah beg your pardonr'
 Lord Narrowly performed brief in i reductions. which Mir. Trimmer effu siyely acknowledged. Then he turno6 ] dramatically toward his lordship. "Out here in tho hallway stands 2 poor, broken creature he began
 "Your own flesh and blood, Allan liar
 rowby." Obviously MT. Trimmer ha( prepared speeches for himself as vel 1
 as for poor old George. For, tWent, 1 odd and imnecunious years" he wen on, ''this man has been denied hi: just heritage. We are nereA this morn 1 ing to perform a duty'-
 "My dear fellow" broke in Harrow
 by wcariy, '-why should you infiic
 orate"7 upon us7 Bring in this-er--
 gen,.einan.'
 That will" replied Trimmer hearti
 ly. And when you have, heard his
 story digested his evidence, I an sure"-
 "Yes, yes. Bring him in." l MT. Trimmer stepped to the door
 He beokoned A very reluctant figure
 shuffled in. Georges face was greer
 with fright. His knees rattled togeth
 CT, He made altogether ludicrous 1 picture, and Mir. Trimmer himself not I ed this with sinking heart.
 Allow me-" said Trimmer thea trical
 ly. .sGeorgo, Iord Harrowby!' l George cleared his throat, but dit net succeed in dislodging his heart