The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1916-01-29
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,-2sAw, nothing nauch,'' he difidently
replied as he resumed his seat ''Sea-
Ison tickets for grand opera week in
tine red ones and for the Athletic club
lights in the white ones. Admit two
rs it all right?'
| els it all right9 It's gloriousT' she
assured him, with shining eyes.
Delighted with this unavoidable nov
city, Molly was herself placing the
In the dining room when Bert Glider
found her there and closed the door
bafter himself.
molly, you're Carrying this Sledge
Joke too farYs he hotly charged.
''Who elected your she quietly
wanted to know and laid a white en-
Hvelope at his place with extreme care.
angling the corner of it just SO.
Both of us, hope" be stated, dis
hp1aytng warning signal by pulling at
the top of his collar to give his throat
more room. "Molly'-eAnd he advanc-
led toward her.
The symptoms were unmistalkable.
Molly, having rounded the end of the
table, slipped out through the pantry
door and handed her remaining en-
VeIopes to the intellectual looking but
Ter.
place these on the table just as I
have done Alternate red and white
ones,'' she kindly directed, and the
next time Bert saw her she was the
live center of the laughing taffy pull
ling. She had preferred to escape
rather than to treat this matter either
seriously or 1ippantly when she was
annoyed with him.
At 80 Mr.. Marley, with the worry
of eight absent mothers on his own
Shoulders, was fretting over some in
vention to send them home when the
earth split open in the wide stretch of
vacant land across the street and
e3ected into the sky, with loud, I'M
earthly noise, a tremendous assortment
of fiery meteors, mostly red Roman
candles in reckless lunches shot up
from behind every bush, skyrockets
dragged their spiraling tails through
al the available circumamb ience, while
fancy bombs carried their aerial float
ers and other brilliant pyrotechnical
surprises into all the celestial terri
tory hitherto unoccupied.
Through it alF Sledge stood as Inn
movable and as impressive as if he had
been glued to the spot and frozen.
Even when the display flowed out into
the middle of the highway and piled
Il up the street cars for two blocks in
both directions he remained a calm
and dtsfnterested spectator. The pres
iident of the traction company was
thrown into extreme agitation by this
excess of zeal, for he had some con-
Asfderat1on for the feelings of the pub
TO
the scattered schedule
Here, what's this % he demanded of
ia demon with a smoke blackened face.
why are you holding up the cars?'
"SIedge's ORDERS replied the demon,
lighting. the fuse of a red rose set
piece. .sHe said everything went, and
it's going
Mr.. Marley came back.
Sledge was no longer on the porch.
Molly had slipped in to wrap up some
cake for Baby Peters, and Sledge, who
iseemingly saw nothing, had followed
her
.'well. is your party a hit7" he, anx-
1ously snquired-
sIts a screamp' she said, unable to
control her laughter. Really, Mr..
lSledge, I have you to thank for the
most extravagnntly joyous occasion at
which 1 have ever had the good for
tune to preside
wan open her another notch next
time" he confidently promised her.
l''dOlly, marry me.'.
"Oh, it's impossibleT' she blurted.
-Really, I'm sorry, Mr.. Sledge. know
it's my own fault, but didn't mean it
to go this far. 1 don't mean that
that is-well, 1 don't know what
mean. You've been so good. and 7 fdo
appreciate 1t SO, but it is impossible!
simply couldn't, Don't you seer"
Your come around to it.
1T bet DON'T" she blazed
'eWhat'n you bet1Smash against
iBobg'
Anything you lilxer' she angrily
agreed, furious enough to poison him.
You're on" he said.