The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-30

ness of child, the girl asked: Has your engagement ever been an nounced?" iMr. AIfnot
 "Why-er--not to my knowledge" Minot laughed. "Why?' II was just wondering-if it made everybody feel queer. The way it makes me feel. Ever since o'clock l ought never to say tive felt as though everything wasN ovet. I've seemed old--oldr'r She clinched her l, fists and spoke almost in terror. .'I don't want to grow old. I'dhate itr' g'sIt was here," said Minot softly, Ponce de Leon sought the fountain of youth. When you came up, I was pre- l tending the one spiashing out there was that very fountain itself'-8 "If it only werev' the girl cried. "Oh, you could never drag me away from lit! But 1t isn't. It's supplied by the San Marco Waterworks, and there's . meter ticking somewhere, I'm sure. And now, Mir. Minot'-- q know. You mean the $35 I paid
 our driver. s I wish you would write Eme a check. I've a reason"
 'Thank you. Eiwanted to-so much I'll bring 1t to you soon."
 She was gone, and MinOt sat staring into the palms, his lips firm. his hands gripping the arms of his chair Sud denly, with a determined leap, he was on his feet t,& tlNas .s A moment later he stood at the tele- graph counter in the lobby, writing in bold, flowing characters message for MT. John Thacker on certain seven l teenth lfpor,l New York:
 i resisn.- VIII stay; on the job until a substitute arrives, but start him when you get this RICHARD M1NOT, F The telegram sent, he returned to his veranda chair to think. Thacker would
 b upset of course. But, after all, Thacker's claim on him was not such that he must wreck his Hfe's happi- ness to serve him. Even Thacker must zee that. x fHtE
 The red glow of cigar near by drew closer as the smoker dragged his chair across the veranda floor. Minot saw behind the glow the keen face of a man eager for talk
 Some scene, isn't it?'' said the stranger Sort of makes the musical comedies look cheap. All 1t needs is seven stately chorus ladies walking out from behind that palm down to the | left and it would have Broadway lash ed to the mast" sgS ssil rYes, replied Minot absently. t'This l is the real thing
 I've been, sitting here thinking the other went on. Tt doesn't seem to me this place has been advertised right.
 Why, there are hundreds of people up north whose windows look out on sun
 set over the brewery-peoples with
 money, too-who'd take tie first train for here If they realized the picture
 we're looking at now. Get some good
 hustler to tell lem about it''- He paused. T hate to talk about myself,
 but say-ever hear of Bunker's ink
 eraser? Nothing ever written Bunker
 can't erase. VIII not soil or scratch
 the paper. If the words Bunker has 1 erased were put side by side'- Selling it?" Minot inquired wearily. l 1'No. But made that eraser. Put it on every desk between New York and
 the rolling Oregon. After that land l ed Helot's bottled sauces. And then I Patterson's lime juice. Puckered every
 mouth in America. Advertising is my speciality"
 .'So gather"
 "Su1e as you sit here, Have a cigar. | Trimmer is my name-never mind the jokes - Henry Trimmer, advertising l specialist. Is your business fabby7
 Does it need a tonic? Try Trimmer. Quoting from my letterhead" He lean
 ed closer Excuse a personal ques-
 tion, but didn't see you talking with
 Miss Cynthia Meyrick while back?"
 Possibly" l MT Trimmer came even closer
 tEngagcd to Lord Harrowby, un-
 derstand.' l T believe SOL M
 Young fellow"-Mr. Trimmer's tone was exultant-"I can't keep in any
 longer. I got proposition in tow So I big it's bursting my brain cells, and ii | takes some strain to do that. No; can't tell you the exact nature of it but I will say this-t0morrow night l this time I'll throw bomb in this ho i tel. SO loud it'll be heard round the world.''
 An anarchistY
 Not on your life-advcrtiser. And
 I've got something to advertise this hot
 February, take 1t from me. Maybe
 you friend of Miss Meyrick. Well
 I'm sorry. For when I spring my little
 surprise I reckon this Narrowly wed
 ding is going to shrivel up and fade
 away"
 You mean to say you-you're going
 to stop the weddingT'
 "I mean to say nothing. Watch me
 Watch Henry Trimmer. Just a tip young fellow. We'll I guess I'll turI
 in. Get some of my best ideas in bed
 See you later"
 And Mr. Trimmer strode into the cir cle of light, a fine outstanding figure
 of d man, to pass triumphantly out o1
 sight among the palms. Dazed, Dicl | Mfnot stared after him.