The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1916-01-28
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tsBy the way, Sledge,n he observed,
trying to speak as if tbs matter had
just occurred to him, that note of
mine at the First National-tt falls due
next week. I am afraid I shah have
to have an extension
Sledge nodded imperceptfhAy.
TELL Davis said it was all right, -
he directed
Bendix returned, and with him was
Bert Glider, redolenE Of the oder OF
barber shop and with his curly black
mustache waxed and br1lmantined I'm
til It was filed with almost painful re
nect1ons- He greeted. MI. Marley with
much more effusiveness than that gen
tleman did him.
Hello, Marley heAsaid, sraspingthe
street car magnate's hand with ire
mendous man to man .heartiness. ~You
are just the one I want to see. I've
been trying to get Molly. on the phone,
and they tell me she'll be in at your
Office some time this afternoon. Will
you carry her the happy news that
Dicky Reynolds is in town and that /
invited him to her tafry pulling tomor-
row nigkt2 Tell her ITO invite Jessie
Peters"
sledge turned slow questioning eyes
ON Marley.
sYou going to be home tonight:'' he
inquired
well yes. rather think so.'' fall
tered Marley.
eI'm coming out to see you. "tdecided
sledge.
rI'n be glad to have you,e admitted,
Marley. "I suppose I may see Davis
! tomorrcwr
sledge nodded assent, looking stonily
out meanwhile at the hand hole In the
+
way.
wen, Glider, tell us about it," invft-
ed Bendix as Marley went out.
"T want you to tell me- laughed
Glider, In happy Inconsistencies that
he was a deadly offense to S1edge, who
called him pretty els the Ridgewoodl
avenue extension sure got"
Why do you want to known in
qufred Bendix.
sT have a little speculation in mind
which. depends on 1t" confessed Glider
Subdivision at the end of the line
] suppose guessed Bendix.
Well, yes acknowledged Glider.
Foxy Of you to think Of it, ap-
that you don't guess those things first
Who do you suppose would acquire a
deed to that land before the extension
was publicly announced? ~
Fl know the answer returned Gil
der, crestfallen, but still handsome
'-you fellows
'sCertafnly not denied Bendix. eBut
some friend of the fani1y-yes, may
be- How much viii you give for the
Iandy'
I'm not at liberty to state,v replied
Glider intentionally. THE owner
made me price on it this morning,
but it was confidential"
-4The OWNER didn't know he was
tagged, retorted Bendix dryly. "You
may have the land, / think, for TWEEN
I ~ thousand, Glider, but you'll have to
speak quick
! why, old Person offered it to me for
eight"
That's what ws intend to pay hiza.''
"Give me dag or two to thfzlk it
over" begged Glide-.
'AlI right; you're on agreed Ben
dix and hurried out of the rooE.
Bert was about to follow hiu when
Sledge called.
--Glide=. YVES his peremptory SUN
mons. what kind of flowers does Mol
Iy Marley 1rkes''
Bert Glider almost stuck the ash end
of his cigar in his mouth, then I'D.
denly upbraided himself for a foo, as
he mentally complfmented SIedge on
deserving his reputation of befng the
most astute politician in the state.
cred roses,' he promptly returned
and twirled the right hand curl of bis
mustache- He stopped that process
abruptly and felt Of the curl with deep
concern. One of the hairs was disar-
ranged, and he fixed it with the aid of
a vest pocket mirror.
Thanks said SIedge and resumed
his interested inspection OF the hand
hole in the gate.
Sledge looked out of the windov for
long moments of thick silence. and
then he expressed his thoughts on
plot in hand in this fashion:
.'Say, Bendix, send a load of roses
ont to Molly Marley for her party to-
morrow night. the reddest ones they've
got"
CHAPTER II.
Molly Invites an Additional Guest.
1sTRTHERE are the red roses.
AM4 MoIly?1 asked Bert Glider
wv as he walked into the re
ception parlor of Marley's
pretentious big house that night
81 don't know replied Molly, much
concerned. 'Did you send some?"
t'No, but I Thought some were to be
sent to you," laughed Eart. Its too
good to keep, Fern. BY the way, that
Fern just slipped, and you'll have to
pardon me-for It. It's Mo1ly's fault.
She never called you anything else"
'sWho is it?'' emanded Molly, mare
eager to hear the news than he liked to
see. 1.-THE information is highly i'm
x1ortaut if fr1le and / must not be
kept In suspense
warned her. zone, two, three-S ledgey'
.-Sledger' she repeated what?
That great big She paused for lack
of words, and her face famed suddenly
scarlet with indignation.
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