The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1916-01-28

Mr.. Glider, who as a boy had been
| an expert in pulling the wings from
flies, went straight on with the slaugh-
| ter, Selling Immediately the glorious
opportunity which presented itself
when Mr.. Marley brave in smoking
| Jacket and pumps, sauntered into the
parlor.
"Great news, Marleyr' hailed Bert,
beaming with delight upon the Joyous
laughter of Fern. molly has captured
a new honor for the family. Whose
do you suppose is the latest scalp at
her beltr
ut might be almost anybody re-
| turned Marley, who felt that his moth
erless daughters popularity reflected
somehow on himself 'eWho is the
particular victim you have in mind ?'
and he laughed in advance.
.'Sledger' exploded Bert !eBy The
way, Marley, he gave you a hint of it
too. Didn't he ask you TODAY while 7
was there for an Invitation to AIolly's
party tomorrow hight or something
like that2''
well not exactly, but he did throw
out some pretty strong hints,'' ac-
knoWledged Marley with a grin. en-
ter1ng into the joyous spirit of the oc+
>cas1on. Gle asked permission to call
on Molly. 1 told him that was up to
her"
How unusually considerater' OBJ
served Molly, biting her lips to sup
press the rising fury which had driven
the bushes from her cheeks and left
them almost waxen.
The Marley butler, a thin faced and
thin legged young man with a pain
fully intellectual countenance, stalked
past the hallway portieres in answer
to below stairs ring and returned
from the front door with:
Mr.. Sledge, sir, to see Mr.. Marley
Show him into the library hastily
directed Marley, suddenly contrite and
feeling a sinking horror, as did all the
others in the room, of having this man
face to face with Molly, especially
after the crimes against her, of which
they had themselves been guilty.
The instructions were too late, how
ever.
'Good evening" rumbIed the deep
voice of Sledge, who just then appear
ed directly in the center of the opening
in the portieres. He wore an Inverness
topcoat, the open front of" which dis
closed marvellous expanse of white
shirt front, spaced with diamond
studs, the glitter of which pa1ed, how
ever, by contrast with the enormous
solitaire which, illuminated the solid
gold watch fob presented to him by
the Young Mems Marching club of
Ward g.. His hair was pressed as
smoothly to his skull as an earnest
italian barber could plaster it, and
various angry speeks on his cheeks told
how microscopioally he had been shaw
ed. The browning triumphs of his tot
let, however. he carried. In his right
hand he bore, held by a wide velvet
ribbon. in the same huge fingers which
clutched the gold headed cane pre-
scented by the Capital Sity Sledge club.
a thirty dollar box of candy. two feet
across, wrapped with six beribboned
layers of fancy paper and provided
with an absolute maze of drawers and
partitions. In his left hand he carried
a speckless silk hat OF the latest
French shape, and that arm encircled
a conica1 parcel, SO big that it would
have staggered a small man, while
from the upper end of the cone pro
StruGed g square yard of screaming red
roses.
Good evening. Miss Molly he add
ed, becoming more specific. 81 brought
these for you myself and he beamed
his cordial good will upon the entire
asseeablege.
It was in this breathless crisis that
Molly Marley, aggravated beyond en-
durance, took her mercifess revenge.
Glow perfectly de1ightful?' she cried,
and she swept toward him with more
eager cordially than she had ever be-
slowed upon Bert Glider himself
We've just been talking about you"
and then, to the intense CONSERVATION
- G-LT
she added: 81 want you at my party
tomorrow night Won't you come,
pIeaseT'
I The next day Smash, Molly's pet,
like the way of many good dogs. fell
into the hands of the official dog catch
er and was taken off to the pound.
Molly was in pitiable state. She ap-
pealed to her father. He testify said
that he was busy. In her desperation
and hardly knowing why she did it. she
telephoned to Sledge. One of Sledge's
men said that he was very busy. But
when he heard it was Molly he jump
ed into an automobile, accompanied
Molly to the pound and got Smash.
On the way home Sledge talked of his
dog Bob, and Molly shivered when he
said he'd like to match Bob against
Smash. As if noticing her displeasure,
he changed the subject to Molly's par
ty. and for the hundredth time Molly
was sorry she invited him.
A yelp on the front porch announced
the arrival of Ben SIedge, and he ap-
peared in the brilliantly lighted hall,
holding a tightly stretched chain, to
the other end Of which was attached
a one eyed, stub cared, battle SCARED
bull terrier, which took such a violent
dislike to the intellectual faced Marley
butler that Sledge was compelled to
hold him clear of the floor with one
brawny hand and spanF him loudly in
the ribs with the other, whereupon
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