The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-11-15

tnar broad and breezy gentleman
known in his present incarnation as
Mr.. Martin Wall.
every neat-very neat indeed" said
Mr.. Wall, gazing with evident ap-
proval at an inky smelling sheet that
lay before him. ut ought to do the
work. If it does it will be the first
stroke of luck I've had in San Marco"
Gonzale smiled, revealing two even
rows Of very white teeth.
''You do not like San Marco?' he
ventured p
Mr.. Wall snorted angrily.
"Like it? Does beheaded man like
the ak? In a long and golden. pro-
fessional career I've no--er struck any
thing like this town before for hard
luck. I'm not in 1t twenty-four hours
when I'm left alone, my hands tied
with stuff enough to make your eyes
Pop out Of your head. That's pleasant
Then, after spending two months and
lot of money trailing Lord narrowly
for the family jools. I finally cop them.
I give the crew of my borrowed boat
q
to my cabin to jgloat. Do gloat?
Ask me. I do not gloat. l find the
famous Chain Lightning's collar Is
very superior collection Of glass, worth
about % cents. send back the glass
and stick around, hoping for better
days And the best get is call
from the owner Of my yacht with or
10 fD o.
came here I swore I'd visit that jewel
nv store again-alone. But there's
jinx after me in this town. What's
the use? I'm going to get out"
'sBut before you CO." smiled Manuel.
zone stroke Of luck you shall have"
"Maybe I leave that to you. This
kind of thing"-he mationed toward
the damp paper-''is not in my line"
He bent over picture on the front
page. THAT cut came out pretty well,
didn't it? Lucky we got the photo
graph before big brother George ar
rived
II have always found San Marco
lucky" replied always, with
one trifing exception" He drummeG
rCHlulSccutty OH Ills uSSA.
II say, who's this?" Mr.. Wall point
ed to line just beneath the name of
the paper Robert O'Neil, Editor and
Proprietor" he read.
Manuel Gonzale gurgled softly some
where within, which was his cunning,
noncommittal way Of indicating mirth.
"Ah. my very virtuous managing edi-
tor" he said. zone Of those dogs who
dealt so Wiley with me. l have told
you Of that. Manuel Gonzale does
not forget" He leaned closer. 'This
morning at 2, after O'NeilI and Howe
had sent today's paper to press as
usual, Luypas, my circulation man
ager, and arrived. Ny virtuous edi-
tors had departed to their rest Luy-
pas and I stopped the presses. We
substituted q new first page form.
O'Neill and Howe-they will not know.
Always they sleep until noon. In this
balmy climate it is easy to lie abed."
Again Manuel Gonzale Surgled.
MAY their sleep be dreamless," he
said. "And should our work Of the
morning fail may the name of O'Neill
be the first to concern the police"
Wall laughed.
"a good idea," he remarked. He
looked at his watch ''Nine-fifteen.
The banks ought to be open now
Gonzale got to his feet Carefully he
folded the page that had been lying on
his desk.
1.-THE moment for action has come"
he said. "Shall we go down to the
street,"
I'm in strange waters. responded
Martin Wall uneasily. "The first dip
I've ever taken out Of my line. Don't
believe in it either A man should
have his speciality and stick to It,
However, 1 need the money Am
letter perfect in my part, 1 wonder?'
The door Of the Mail office opened
and sly little Cuban with an eyn
face stepped in. ~
ITO Be Continue1)