The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-11-06

"The material in that column" said the little man, his eyes narrowing, "concerns oaly me. You must under stand that at once."
 'oThe madame writes hot stuff," ven tured O'Neill.
 "I am the madame" said the owner of the Mail with dignity.
 He removed the copy from O'Neill's hand and glided with it into the other room. Scarcely had. he disappeared when the door was opened furiously and panting man stood inside MT. Henry Trimmer's keen eye surveyed the scene.
 "Where's Mears-Elliott?' he cried.
 "You're not the cashier, are you" asked O'Neill with interest.
 Don't try to be funny" roared Trim mer. "Tm looking fpr the editor of this paper"
 ,"Your search is ended" O'Neill re- piled. "What is it?" You mean you Say! I've got front page story for tomorrow's issue that will upset the town" "Come to my arms,' cried O'Neill. ''What is it?''
 "The real Lord Narrowly has been 1 Kidnapped"
 O'Neill stared at him sorrowfully. Have you been reading the Duchess 1 again?" he asked. "Who is Lord liar rowby?"
 | Do you mean to say you don't | know? Where have you been buried alive?'
 | Out of the inner room glided Manuel Gonzale, and recognizing him, Mr. Trimmer poured into his ear the story of Georges disappearance. MT. Con gale rubbed his hands.
 "A good story" he said. "A very good story. Thank you, a thousand l times. I myself will write it." l With a scornful glance at the two 1 strangers, MT. Trimmer went out, and Manuel Gonzale sat down at his desk l O'Neill and Howe returned to their en- cyclopedic dispatches.
 "There you are," said Gonzale at last, standing. Put an eight column 1 head on that, please, and run it on the front page. A very fine story. The pa | per must go to press''-he looked at his watch-"in an hour. Only four pages l Please see to the makeup. My circu- lation manager will assist you with the distribution" At the door he paused Tt occurs to me that your exchequel may be low. Seventy-fve dollars g week for the managing editor Fifty for the city editor. Allow me-$1C each, in advance. If you need more pray remind me-
 Into their hands he put crinklins bills. And then, gliding still like thu fox he looked, he went out into the night.
 Sister" cried ONeil weakly, "th. fairies are abroad tonight I hear til; rustic of their feet over the grass" Friday. morning found MT. Mino ready for whatever diplomacy the da, might demand of him. He had a feel ing that the demand would be great The unheralded arrival of Miss Gabri e1le Rose and her packet of letters pre- sented no slight complication. What ever the outcome of any suit she mtgh start against Harrowby, Minot wa sure that the mere announcement of i would be sufficient to blast Jephson' hopes for all time. Old Spencer Mey rick, already infiamed by the episod of the elder brother, was not likely t take coolly the publication of Harrow by's discriminating letters.
 After an early breakfast Minot sen cable to Jephson telling of Mis- Roses arrival and asking for informa tion about her.
 Lunch time came-2 o'clock At 2:3C out of London, Jephson spoke. Sait his cable:
 | Know nothing of G. R. except that she been married frequently. Do best you car
 And what help was this, pray? Dis gustedly Minot read the cable again Four o'clock the respite he had aske. from the Gaiety lady was coming ol apace, and with every tick of the clocl his feeling of helplessness grew. H