The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-25

sporting FropoSition. 1UTSIDE gilt lettered door on the seventeenth floor of New York office building a tall 0 young man in fur lined coat stood shivering.
 Why did he shiver in that coat? He shivered because he was fused, poor chap. Because he was rattled, from the soles of his custom made boots to the apex of his Piccadilly hat. A pain full, palpitating spectacle he stood.
 Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, the business of the American branch of that famous marine insur- ance firm, Boyd's of London usually termed in magazine articles ''The Greatest Gambling Institution In the World on oblivious to the shiv- erer who approached.
 The shiverer, with a nervous move ment, shifted his walking stick to his left hand and laid his right on the doorknob. Though he is not at his best, let us take 2 look at him Tall, as has been noted, perfectly garbed after London's taste, mild and blue as to eye, blond as to hair. A handsome, if somewhat weak facc. Very distin- guished-even aristocraic-in appear ance. Perhaps the thrill for us dem ocrats hereof the nobility. And at this moment sadly in need of gener- ous dose of that courage that abounds -see any book of familiar quotations -7on the playing fields of Eton.
 Utterly destitute of the Eton or any other brand, he pushed open the door. The click of two dozen American type writers smote upon his hearing. An office boy of the dominant New York race demanded in loud, indiscreet tones his business there.
 My business,v said the tall young man weakly, lis with Boyds of Lon don." % The boy wandered off down that. stenographer bordcred lane. In mo- mcnt he was back. v
 "Mr. Thacker 1T see you," he an nounced.
 MT. Thacker sat in plump and genial prosperity before a polished fiat top desk. Opposite him at desk equally polished sat. an even, more polished young American of capable bearing For an embarrassed moment the tall youth in fur stood looking from one to the other. Then Mr. Thacker spoke:
 What can we do for your Mir Thacker was cold and matter of fact like card index. Steadily through each week he grew more business like, and this was Saturday morning.
 The visitor performed a shaky but remarkable Juggling feat with his walking stick.
 I-well-I"- ,e stammered.
 "Oh, come, comev' thought Mir Thacker impaticntly.
 "WeI," said the tall young man des- pcrately, perhaps it would be best for me to make myself known at once. am Allan, Lord Narrowly, son and heir of James Nelson Harrowby, earl of Raybrooky And I-I have come here'- t
 The younger of the Americans spoke in more kindly fashion:
 "You have d proposition to maker"
 'Exactly," said Lord Narrowly and sank, with a sigh of relief into chair as though that concluded his portion of the entertainment.
 Lets hear it," boomed the relentless Thacl.er
 Lord Narrowly wrfthed fin his chair.
 T am sure you will pardon me-" he said, If preface my-er-propOsitio fUith the statement that it is utterly Fantastic. And if I add also that fl should be known to the fewest possible number"
 tAe gleaming surfaces of two desks.
 ''This Is my assistant manager, MT. Richard Minot," he announced. "Mr. 1linot, you must know, is in on all the