The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1916-11-16


| A naturally impulsive- man, BE had
difficulty restraining himself But he
thought Of his daughter, whose happi-
ness was more than money in his eyes.
| No way offered. At the counter of
the tiny bank Meyrick stood writing
| his check, Gonzale at his elbow. Sud
| denly behind them the screen door
! slammed. and a wild eyed man with
flaming red hair rushed in.
"What is it you want?' Gonzale
/ screamed.
| "Out Of my way, Don Quixote!' cried
the red topped one. I'm a windmill,
and my arms breathe death. Are you
Mr.. Meyrick? Well, tear to that
| check!',
Gladly" said Ieyrick. Only
| "Notice the catbirds Down here?"
beasts, aren't they? We'll, after this
take off your hat to 'em. | A catbiiN
saved you a lot Of money this L.cIn-
| ing"
| I'm afraid 1 don't follow said
the dazed Spencer Meyr-ok.
| "No? I'll explain. l have been
working on this mans paper for the
last week. So has a very good friend
of mine. We knew he was crooked,
but we needed the money, and he
promised us not to pull off any more
blackmail while we stayed. Last
night, after we left the office, he ar
|iranged this latest. PlaRned to incrimi-
nate me. You little devil''-
Manuel, frightened, leaped away.
| ave usually sleep until noon," went
on O'Neill. HE counted on that Elm
| ter the catbird. Sat on our window
sill at 10 q. m. and screeched. Woke
us up. We felt uneasy. Went to the
Office, broke down a bolted door and
| found what was up
"Dogr' foamed Manuel "Outcast of
| the gutter
i Save your compliments! Mr.. Mey-
| RICK, my partner is now at the Mail
Office destroying today's issue Of the
| Mail. We've already ruined the first
| page form, the cut of the policy and
the negative. And we're going north
DIS fast as the Lord will let us. You
can do what you please. Arrest our
| IL
want to-
| Spencer Meyrick stood, considering.
However, I've done you a favor"
O'Neill went on. "You can do me one
Let Manuel off-on one condition"
'Name it,
"That he hands me at once 5000,
500 for myself, the other for my part
sner. It's. legitimate salary money due
us. We need it. A long walk to New
York"
II myself began Meyrick
"Don't want your money" said
O'Nei1l; "wnnt Gonzales
Gonzales you shall have" agreed
Meyrick. "You pay himv'
"Never" cried the Spaniard.
"Then it's the police limited ONeill
Gonzale took two yellow bills from a
wallet. He tossed them at O'Neill
"There, you cur
Careful cried O'Neill, "or I'll
punch you yet!'
He started forward, but Gonzale
hastily withdrew. O'Neill and the
millionaire followed to the street.
"Well, my boy" answered Spencer
Meyrick, eff l can ever do anything
for you In New York come and see
me-"
"You may have to make good on
that" laughed O'Ncill, and they parted.
O'Neill fastened to the Mail office.
He waved yellow bills before the lanky
Howe.
'In the nick of time" he cried me.
the fair haired hero. And here's the
fare, Hawy-the good old railroad
fare"
Heaven be praised" said Howe
give finished the job, Bob. Not 8
trace of this mornings issue left. The
fare! North in parlor cars! My to.
bacco heart sings. Can't you hear the
elevated
"Music, Harry, music"
"And the newsboys ON Park row.
'"Caruso can't touch them. Wher
can we find time table, I wonder?' :
Meanwhile, in a corner Of the plaza
Manuel Gonzale spoke sad words ir
the ear of Martin Wall.
"It's the jinX," moaned Wall, with
conviction. 1.-THE star player in every
thing / do down here. I'm going t.
burn the sand hotfooring it away
But whittier, Manuel whither?"
SIN Porto Rico" replied Gonzale, 81
have not yet piled my trade. l &C
there
"Palm Beach," sighed Wall "has Ola
mon@~ that con be observed to spar
kle cJ far away as the New York SO
ciety columns. But, alas, / lack the
wherewithal to support me in the style
to which my victims are accustomed
; "Try Porto Rico" suggested Gonza1e
"The air is mild-so are the police
will stake you
Thanks. Porto Rico it is. How the
devil do we get there?"
Up the main avenue of San Marco
Spencer Nteyrick walked as man go
ing to avenge With every determined
step his face grew redder, his eye more