The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-08-08

all might read. What Is Home With out a Father?" it ran, and when the joy that stormed through the room Dade it sure that the exhibition needed no interpreter Fat Joe turned and hid his face. Miriam rose languidly and of his handiwork. Smooth fa'e, tinted by the freight, copper hair alI-- st dis heveled in its disarray, sine was an ex- quisitely lovely thing. In her alto voice she expressed her opinion.
 "It's an entirely new stitch to me, Bobs," she averred. T don't tbink ] have ever before seen just this method employed" And she turned te. Stephen O'Mara. "Do you suppose, MT. OAkra," she asked, "that might learn it from the one who Gid this work for you? It's rather'-and her head tilted to one side-"it's rather pretty thing"
 Again they succumbed tq mirth, and then Joe rose, bristling, aud went for ward much as gamecock might step out to do battle. He took the cushion from the hands of the girlc. who no longer had strength enough even to hold it.
 eff you are aiming to do any sewing! around this can.r," he stated, you can start In sewing on buttons. This kind of work is entirely too nerve wearing, for amateurs"
 He carried the cushion across the room and placed 1t. not where it had been hidden. by the deer hide, but in colorful prominence against ...le back of the chair. Long after he had cross cd with Steve and Garry to their tents he continued to explode with soft chuckles,
 '.I never did say,' he defended him. self, s'that that sentiment was strictly appropriate. T. always stated that it was the best Iecould. And as for my technique well either of you guys try it some time. You just take a needle full of that yellow worsted and start tracking across couph of yards of red and pathless desert a.id see where you come out. know, because I've done it. I'mia pioneer. But if ever tackle another job like that it's going to be crazy quilt''
 And Joe considered in spite of the din which answered him that his chal- 1enge was ample.
 It was fully an hour after Eat Joe and Garry had rolled themsei -es up in their blankets when Steve, who had elected to sit up.for one last pipe even though his body was aching with fa- tgue, heard behind him the approach of her footsteps. Outside at the top of the rise some fifty yards in front of the tents he had seated himself on a log, chin buried in one palm and eyes vacantly steady before him. But even before he turned, before he rose slowly to his feet, he knew who was coming, knew and realized that she should not have come. Wrapped in . long heavy coat, face half hidden by the upturned collar, bare of head, Bar bara came quietly down to where he waited. And without word of greeting on the part of either of them they sat down together, facing the silvered bowl of the valley.
 Time passed before Barbara opened her lips for long, quivering intake of breath.
 T never dreamed it could be so big" she murmured in awe. And then to think that some day-within a few months in reality-engines will go screeching their signals across this very place. It doesn't seem possible; 1t seems almost shame to spoil it too"
 I've felt that way about it often," Steve answered, almost duly. T like 1t better myself as it is. It does ap- pear to be long way ahead, doesn't it that day of completion which you