The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-08-07

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 Thafkwas sthe s6rsty them, but Steve, rs4her than gratdfy him with a dlRectvQuest3on. -choseto,go forward in the dark He leanedrover and followed l4ls axsuaas custom when he wanted to think. estappe0o 0outtnis pipe
 "But I I.can,alwaystfads dseverything," he deeendod- s'thatyls, x sun1esDyou have tsken ~the tz0ubae toMput athlngsMway. Then~1tss 4stpesupsthat something or otherw1llmetpHDbexnCund until s1tx<urns . up of:ats -ownsaccord Tt'snot4osbad, { Joe." He, too. swung tossurHey the room. 'sNot so,aadI Just a. littlen1nset- tied. that.s sn- Areswe, ,likelystohave any ca3lers, dosyout tonink, wAo,w0uId ob6ecttoAhlssdiJoutf'
 IoU em0rtsd, but his eyes wore mournfnl. HeAknewe that~there was nothinstslse to sdobut yield apart at least
 .'wesainat ,liesly to,r -ha murmursd. ''We're t5usts stsnaturally sboundsto nave 'em. They're vcomiH in Tomorrow, and I ashrypusaSa1n, ainltathis e pleasing prospect ,tosSreetFema'
 For aIlsthatshe seemed to be staring ruefully downsthe room, hewas watch ing for khe .surrrise that dRrtedsacross StsvePss faes. Mnmentartly the latter had 1srscttensi his assumed air of placfdity. 5s
 sTomorrsw2 1whoY' And thenSteve 1. laughed e0os aheaasand tell us, Joe. I'm beati III. admitsthat I'm panting with cmios1ty"
 Joe pulled up chair and dropped into dt Itsanpsaledsto him. this meth cd wheneverahe had the t1me tospare,
 His pink face was stfll innocent of, \ sui1A
 \ T dCax-ufnasthe men folls, l" he re- ssnsd. '.rAst zhE party. n.nasan. who weazs 1hswlata suit1, nor Caleb Hun ter, e1kher. DotA of <hem, are used to such nuclr as this. And [. reckon it'n 4ick1s khe la6ies too. b But can see Honey st1ct1nE niasnoao 1nsthosair and o1iAtn' supsycilioussl like the first min ute he eets hiSSAoaeain the. He ainet going torappruve at an at. all- not any waEyou 1eek.atfts
 ~HonsyF
 Both stsve snA aszry isnored the
 rest of Joe's explanation to gasp- that
 single word ln csnceft
 'Who in the world do you mean by sHoueyr" s. .wh6-csulA I-nean4' Joe- demanded col1ectedly. Fl d1dnst give him the name, dad Hy s1snoam chAp Wick
 eEzham, who ownsS4hH timbef north Of n. EUEq19n alHt< hef Sure, I
 thought 70? sNall, every time run
 aerosA thatsman's ped t1tmyuheart swells
 With paksact1sm. I guess I'm just as E giadto bs lsEnrpaa1nsU sUn1ted States"
 ThsH0rshpart q that satement was
 lstsnsDAe clossayssnousA ty both men;
 ths 1asllsa twu he m that 1t
 was A1artGelt and- sincere. vas Host
 upom<them beeh. And EteEe,s snnirth w1s, eHen. MoEe shysterfcal than was fhateo9a0RxysDSxscsau. eHcH hoa pantea. '.Now. isn't
 t3at . Nsnaarf Joe, 5ou're too good! You asof alt6gefher too good to be wusted 0ns these tinabered solitndes. Men psyv42sa seat, Joe. to hear per- who gre rank amateurs
 in comDaxisn with you.r
 E The rivernAn's eyes grew belliger- ent.
 1Fupny.;1s it7 So awful funny! Wen, perhaps you think can't read plain print yet never havin' enjoyed lfb- erll educaf1sn. But tnke a look for 1 yOurssl1.~
 He puIsed up pf1c of newspapers which. had. eonne h since their absence, soeted out 5cnss dhat was creased open and handedk1t Nps9tgva It was an an- nouncennent Of Barhara Allison's en- gaGennenE testheaHon. Archibald wick ! ersham-fh8t column to which Fat J0e had 6o1110 the sheet -a many days old anDnuncement now. Rut the smile did not evsn stiffen upon Eteve's lips. The pictnreswhich accompanied 1t was poor one, heavy shadowed and smesfed ana Hacking fn.detnfl, yet Bar bara's faoe was unmistakable. The room became qni1t. In that huah Garry rsanssd that Joe's mistaken
 translation Of the .title had not been,
 as Joe had himself suggested, due to
 lack sf kn0wiedge. but to desire to appc1ss fieemDl0yer deiicately of that which he believed was stu news to | him. And yet, from the easy way in ! which he readNit, word for word, l Gary vas posltfve tt,at all this which l the New York daily blazoned forth with its customary mixture of snob- 1 bishness and vulgAr1ty was no longer news to Stove. The latters eyes lifted I and dye1t long upon fat Joe's face. l :SO that's whge.you got 1t, was it, l Joe?" he asl1ed.evenly. You make 1t l Honey, do syou9 Ands when do they come insSJoeY'
 l s.TonCfrvw night One of the team
 sters brouehtswprfsst tiiiss afterroon, just
 beforesyou gstsback. Honey is going to hsve look at his trees and things, the way I understand it. AnAl&he rest of
 them, I<ake 1t, wnnt to look us over in l our :wfld detate. Where arc we going to
 put them gir1sT
 | Steve's answer was lon@dnc0ming.
 "Miss-AllisOnT he wanted to know. l sAnd that tall, red header one, Joe
 corrected promptly. don't remember
 her name. but she's coming too."