The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1916-01-17


rou or nae could git sick an die here
actually rot in our beds-an' nobody
would know it till the smell called at
tent1on to it. Did you git work? I
want to know
NO He took a deep breath His
eyes still shrank from hers. Every
blessed place is full up. I'm-Im
thinkin' about Alabama. They say big
pay is to be had Oh the new railroad
down thar to all that kin swing pick
or lift a full shovel. Eff I could git the
money to pay my fare I'd take a trip
thar an look the field over
: HPd like that she said, as simply
as a child speaking of an unhoped for
treat Anything but this here awful
loneliness She. went to the fire and
put a fresh piece of pine on the flames.
It was full of resin, quickly ignited
and black rope of smoke curled like
a serpent upward into the mud and
stick hue. There was sound of
cracking twigs outside. He started,
leaned forward and fell to quaking.
whats that?" he muttered.
somebody's cow she said. 81 seed
FER grain thar before dark. Her bag
was so full she could hardly waddle
about. 1 could "a MIXED FER an had
some fer yore coffee, but she wasn't
mine, an I let 'er alone. believe in
dom what's right, Abe. Ef a body
lives up to that rule, meetfn' or no
meetin', I think the Lord will see >em
through somehow. Got any tobacco,
darlin'? I'm clean ont o. snuff, an I'm
mighty nigh crazy fer some'n'.''
Thrusting his hand into his pants
pocket, he took ont a piece of cheap
plug tobacco and handed it to her
Twisting of a small portion, she put it
into her mouth and began to chew it
'fNow you want yore supper, I know
He had completely forgotten it, but
he nodded dumbly. The stare in his
eyes was almost pathetic in its sheer
bewilde rment. She picked up a short
iron poker, lifted the lid of three leg
ged pot on the Goals and disclosed the
remains Of a stewed chicken.
''Isswepped pair O cotton socks ]
knitted fer it to peddler that was
passfn' with a coop of en- she in
formed him. - He picked the smallest
in the lot, but it is fat. 1 jest ct the
gizzard, neck an wings an left the
An it's so tender, it falls to pieces
when you lift a bone. Then the gravy
Sopqbread In 1t. darli1l When a'body
is hungry diet 1fke that can't be beat
alta kings table. Ugh, it's good!Y
Reacl1ing up to a crude shelf above
the fireplace, she took down cracked
plate. and a broken knife and fork. He
sank into chair, furtive1y glancing
every now and then over his shoulder
at the open door, against which the
darkness was Inassed like material
substance. The plate rested Insecure
" on his knees and almost fell as she
began to fill it
Hold it STILL she laughed you
are big baby. III have to feed you
next I can't give you any coffee, hon
ey. It's clean out. was layin' off
to git some as soon as you got yore
money out D. that trifiin scamp. I'm
goin' to see i'm the fust thing after
sun up. ann am, tell YOU
LET I'm alone,s' Fulton muttered,
his mouth full
why do you say that ?'' she demand
ed sharply. wG
Because slowly, his glance shift
ing here and there because it's my
businessmen yore'n. / won't-won't
have IA woman dabblin' in my mat
tiers. Folks Iafe at a Teller that-that
lets his wife mix up In his doin's. Z:
Wen. you see that yon git 1t, them
she yielded. r don't care, jest so we
kin live in some sort o. shape. He's
a beast OF a man carousin', card play
in and rGlfnin' the property an his mas
nice old home. I'd think her, sperit
nd liant i'm, an sperfts do hover
aboutMthey do-they shore do when
they tain,t satisfied. 1 know a few
things, EFF other folks don't"
She prattled ensi in this wise while he
guIped his food down, and when he had
finished bis meal she sighed YEARLY.
Her husband heard little of what she
was saying. From the insistent drone
of her voice his Inind was taking des
pera te lights. Over and over he saw
himself hot with passion, waiting in
the shadow of the trees for his victim