The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1916-02-09

nonsense! exclaimed the friend, hold
ing the bars and looking through the
grating of the cell door. No policeman
on earth can throw you into Jail for
that"
why, he was in jail at that very
minute protested Fern.
II think that's supposed to be the
point of the story guessed Molly. "Of
what is it apropos, Bert ?''
ssOf the impossibility OF building an
amusement park on Lincoln road" he
answered. They're digging lake out
there They've erected the scaffoIdins
workshed, which is later to be turned
into a Tannenbaum hall, which just
now is stacked with gaudy parts of a
three story merry -go-round, It may be
utterly impossible for them to build an
amusement park out there, but they're
doing it,
Molly glanced quickly at her IA ther
He motioned that his untouched soup
might be taken away and toyed in ner-
vous embarrassment with an almond.
eve already done it, he half shame
facedly explained.
'Sold your stock? % she eagerly in
CURED.
mot QUITE he hesitated. "I did,
however, stop at the telegraph office on
my way back from Allerton's this
morning, and I wired the people who
have been after my stock to name their
best Offer"
'fGoodP' she responded. s'Wfn you
take it, whatever it is?
81 can't bind myself to that" he re-
piled. ST must confess, however, that,
whatever the offer is, shall be
tempted
''Allerton must have given you very
little satisfaction about that bill,'' sur
missed Bert.
Quite the contrary" stated Marley.
THE bill is absolutely harmless It is
only . bit of political fapdoodle, in
tssnded to convince the voters OF the
state that AIlerton is constantly on the
job
Something must have happened to
make you change your mind so quick
ly,'' pondered Molly. ''Whateyer it was
I'm glad of it You must have met
SIedge,'' and she giggled.
r. sSIedge must have smiled at him.
laughed Bert, keeping up the joke,
Il have excellent reasons" Marley
concluded, with becoming business
gravity. THE future of street railway
investment in this city is too uncer-
tain"
Father said Molly suddenly in the
midst of the silence which followed,
''if Mr. S1edge finds you have sent that
telegram he will do whatever he is GO
ing to do before you can turn around
He'll have to move quickly" an
swered her father with a superior
smile, his self appreciation returning on
the slightest provocation. 81 sent my
people that telegram today so they
would have it the first thing Monday
morning. They were very eager while
they were here to acquire possession
and I shall doubtless hear from them
by 10 O'Clock y
81 wish 1 could sleep until 10 and
when wake up find. that it's all right
Molly worried IF you and Bert are
not entirely out of all business deals in
this town by our wedding day Sledge
will see to it, if he has to move heaven
and earth to accomplish it, that we
none of US have dollar, and by that
mean absolute pauperism in the best
and most Thoroughly melodramatic
sense
HE has the most absurd way of
making love- commented Fern. Its
like the old cave dwelleri plan of kill
ing off the family. batting the fair maid
in the head with club and letting her
wake up in her new home
Not S1edge- He does his Iovemak-
ing with red roses" laughed Molly,
''tons and tons of them. This is a diff
ferent proposition. He has reduced ev-
erything in life to dollars and cents,
and he thinks that If he can only break
EQ1Fs nd fo+F I0a no
bells for u.s. Bert and 1 will each be
compelled TO seek a more lucrative
match"
She glanced snilingly at Bert and
surprised on his face a curious expires
sion, which plunged her into deep and
not overly pleasant thought.
He'd have bluffed me long ago.
confessed Fern. I'D have been so
scared to death that by this time I'd be
sending out afternoon tea invitations
on his business stationery
"You spiritless wretch!' chided
Molly.
at might not be so bad, after all"
returned Fern, persisting, now that
she had started, in revealing the en-
tire depth of her depravity. 81 sup
pose I ought to be ashamed to ac-
knowledge it, but L like Sledge."
@fYou may pack up your things and
go home,' laughed Molly, not really
laming her for the sentiment, how
ever. You're positively hopeless,
Fern
"An right" insisted Fern. ''I don t
think there'd be any more fun than
tanning and managing big brute like
him.
Throw her OUT begged Bert. "She's
dangerousP'
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