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

that he came by honestly, and it was
nothing but natural for him to resent
Craig's insulting remarks III lose
faith in the universe if this goes
against him. There is something I
wanted to say to him, but was afraid
it might hurt his feelings Uncle Alb, I
owe Howard for a thousand kind acts
In the past. 1 have saved up some
money, got nobody to. support, and If
you need any cash want you to come
to me for it. Just let it be between
you and me. Howard needn't know
about it, but Iswant to help
Abner's eyes grew moist He caught
the young mans hand and wrung it
eve won't need ne money! he gulped
tsbut we need a lawyer that believes In
i'm. I've talked to one old hog that
thinks the boys guilty Billy, you are
the only man III the state that I'd trust
the case to. Will you take it?"
s'I'll do my best, Barnett said, taken
aback. somewhat f.If giving my whole
soul to it will win, I'll succeed. How
ard is innocent, and somehow 1 feel
like could make any twelve men in
the world believe It l see. now that
bail won't be allowed, and our friend
will have to stay in jail till October
court unless we can find the real crini-
nal. The officers are soAsure that they
have the right man that they viii let
the other slip through their fingers
We must do some detective work on
eur own account. It is the only thing
that will do US a bit of good
Entering the Office a few minutes
later, Abner saw Howard still at his
table, but glance suffced to convince
him that the young man was unable to
concentrate his mind upon his work
h
over his shoulder. This is what he
saw as the beginning of an articlei
OLD BARLEY ON A BOOAI!5 BIG COT
TON MILLS TO LOCATE HERE! A
Is NEW RAILROAD TALKED OF!
Abner sighed, and, looking ups How
ard caught his eye.
EFF 1 was you I'd not bother about
that fer this weeks issue, anyway
the old man faltered 81 hate to say
it, my boy, but I reckon we ort to lay
sech things aside fer awhile, an =
%You mean because Il see, because
Howards voice trafled away in waves
of despair.
'sWe'd as well face the truth, bad as
it is Abner said, his tones full and
round.
but I want to do my work" the
young man declared. Eve undertak-
en- to help you run this paper, and
oughtn't to let IA false charge of any
sort stop me. Your money is in it.
I'll keep on if I work in jail-in Jail!
Do you understand? It won't be the
first time a fellow has written under
such conditions. The worst part OF it
is, however, that you deserve a differ
ent sort of reputation for the paper
than that it is edited by a man ac-
cused of terrible crime
Don't talk that way-don'tH' Abner
cried "Some'n' has got to be done,
but what I don't know yet Work is
before US of a different sort than gath
erin and distributin' news.T
Howard laid down his pencil and
stood up. His face, in its bloodless
cast, was almost, gray in color. He
moved to one of the front. windows
and looked: out
81 see the sheriff and Jim Tibbs, his
deputy, in front Of the livery. stable
They are looking this way and talking
to a group. They will be here In a
few minutes There is no use trying
to hope otherwise. I've been fighting
it off all day. am sure that the grand
jury has already ordered my arrest"