The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-08-14

north the ominous murmur had be- como . rhythmic roar.
 Wickersham's men were driving the sxivsr. They were singing "Harrigan, TAst's Mer'
 CHAPTER xxx.
 It Happsns In Books.
 NyV3T is said that men remember
 many things when. death is
 imminent and for days and
 days something had been dy- ing hard in Stephen O'Mara's breast H1s step was slow that afternoon when hs drew apart to take up his position alone upon a bit of higher ground, his shoulders heavy and dropping, yet his beain was feverishly active.
 They came slowly at frst-Wicker- shadn's logs thudding heavily, one by one, into the underptnnings of the bridas, sliding free or lodging cross cur Eont as, the case might be, then in a thicker and thicker tide that ground and up ended and settled with the weight of the coffee colored flood be hind 1t. In the beginning the handful of men who had put those timbers into place ret themselves doggedly to save their completed structure until the man who had worked with them shoulder 0 shoulder through the night called them with . nod back to the bank. obediently then they collected in a Uu1all kn4t behind him, mwmurous, eutturally grumbhng.
 The coming of Wickersham's men was not . thing of degrees. They pour a Into view through the brush fringe At the north edge of the marsh and halted, but only for an instant.
 Awhos is your friend at the time when you need | friend? Harrisan, thatss mel"
 ~Harrigan. that's ner' And there Ome a Hull in the valley at Thirty Nile. broken only by heavy breathing and the crunch of legs tanning be- naath the bridge and the ugly swirl of hacked up water.
 And then Harrigan stood forth. Long arns dsneling. palms back, almost to ,hig knees, that red headed ono minced 1orward on the balls of his feet Har- x1eAn was rudeen6ng . premise many weeks overdue. It was spring, and aarrigsn had como back!
 sspm herc.' he spoke to that bowed hend, eff you are afther carin' to well come meg'
 's1've been expecting you, Harr1gan." !"
 Again that startling mildness.
 There is little wonder that 1t deceiv- a the riverman. LAstening, watching , O'Mara's slack form, even Fat Joe's face burned, even Archie Wickersham's dared flash in; triumph. And Harrigan's Ment savasely sxultant.
 sTou talked out loud to me once," he taunted. "Is it 60 difficult you find t now to speak up se can hear?"
 sWould you promiss to listen to ar sument, Harriganr
 vilincation tore at the others lips un- tfl friend and enemy marveled at what Steve took h silence.
 'sYou have begun many things in this coueshry." the long tirade end cd. You came out of these woods with rags on your back and started at bein' gentisnaa when we were only 1hoys. You've nnads gr-reat sue cess av 1t with the. ladiss, we'll grant you thst But you should have stuck to your seft anA lily whits .pastims. for when you atme14 to turn this river ints . gentleman's proposition you started something toe big for you to finish. I'm taking 1t oR your hands now. Can't you evSa talk back Ike lnanf"
 Maybe you are right, Harrisan, Steve said. You may bel do not know. have started big things and left them unHnished. But you ars wrong for the rest of it, Harrigan. fos [ nm going = -nndsh-you" rxA6s . baast cf f.wfstn oeafara 1ftcd had strusk hin. HsrriEs4as hands had not le9s his hips bef0re he met tho grcr1d, and he Eas back on h1s feef hiks boundtngtbsil, only to go down again before the snashAng impact of those blows. Caution he tried to use tn rfsing, and they searched out his facA, lds chin, and drove him hithsr md yon. Open Ishting was not the E1Uer style of fighting, and he closed kh1D tne and wrapped his gorilla arms hbcut this fury who fought with light n1ng strokes to keep him o6. Hi
 DUB0H WSA8At V Ch OOkC IA1SAAA DVeh. ~ bM0keshway, and his hobnatled boots lAGhing out bit the flesh of O'Mara's kampleA tf1ey tore the turf whore his knno had been.
 Thero was madness in Harrigan'c hideous -rcartnss of hate, madness in his bl.ad KnGhes, and his bull strength nvailetLat first. He westbefed destruc- tAsn and managed to close again. This fine the lighter man was ready for me scuH of those armed boots. He twisted and covered his face with his bhoulder, cad only his shirt ripped open b It blood strsam from the rest. On hAslr fest thsy rocked-tosahcir kneesl Uaeos grinding into the earth, they ttrnired and broke away. And always Harrigan came back and found him hlinAly oncc aia hairy hands search.