The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1916-02-01

|
utes later.
whats the matter with sledge this
morning?'' snarIed Doc.
Glow do 1 known Immediately
snarled Bendix. 81 don't sleep with
him"
| Hes got a crouch on him foot
Thick complained Doc. HE gave me
cold rundown. Walked straight
through me without even a grunt."
''I'n tell Sledge he'd better be care
full sarcastically commented Bend1x.
''Well Kelly, what do you want?''
\ Schooner Kelly, who. was afflicted
with pink whiskers and perennial
thirst, stopped scratching.
1.-TWO bits" he stated, with admira-
Bile clarity. whats the matter with
Big Ben?''
Hes teething,'' replied Bendix, pro-
ducing the desired two bits, without
which Schooner Kelly would be nui-
sance for hours to come. ~
A low browed thug, with long and
wide scar sunk in one cheek, drew
Bendix mysteriously aside.
1.-THE Dutchmanl down in the Eighth
ward has rented his back room to the
Hazelnut club he stated.
tfWel1?" inquired Bendfx.
ssWel1, the Hazelnut club has CharleS
Atwood for it's president, and Charley
is brother-in-law of Purcell"
'I see,' said Bendix. 'I suppose
Dutch Klein knew this?''
tThe Cameron pictures down of his
back barr
tTen him you told me-" advised
Bendix, weighing the matter carefully
for of such trifies was; political control
constructed.
us that the worst news can carry ?'''
| demanded the other, disappointed.
eff there's any worse wen send it
out when the wagon backs up,'' re-
sponded Bendix dryly.
"All right, captain agreed the tale
bearer. 'tSay, can you slip me an
ace?"
Bendix slipped him an ace from
fund provided for that purpose.
| Thanks said the thug. "Say,
what's the matter with Sledge?''
'tNone of your businessY' strapped
BenGix, with a wondering glance at
the back roonc, and he wadeGs through
! the usual morning lineup with that
wonder growing on him. The actions
! and bearing of Sledge varied by so
thin hairs breadth from day to day
that a notable variation meant some
thing.
He found sledge standing up, and
then he knew that there was some
thing in the wind. s
"Get Bozzam,'' directed Sledge, and
Bendix went straight out to the tele-
| phone. -
"Get Davis directed Sledge when
Bendix came back, and Bendix, vague
| " plying somebody, hurried out to
the telephone again.
sect Feeder was the next order.
\ Bendix almost whistIed as he hurried
out to locate by telephone the ex-coun-
ty treasurer, who for two years had
been drawing handsome salary from
Sledge for keeping his mouth. shut
about the public funds scandal.
| sect Gally.Y rumbled Sledge, who
phad not moved from his contemplative
post by the window, and Bendix, keep
| ing his growing wonder to himself and
replying with a shrug to the soberly
| Questioning glance of the concerned
Phil, telephoned for the Sledge leader
in the city council.
| Sledge. having sent for everybody
he needed. was sitting more quietly in
| his accustomed chair when Bendix re-
| turned from his last trip and was look
| ing with his usual stolidness out of the
1
red rose, which he had put on reli-
| giously three times a day since he had
met Molly Marley.
Council meeting this afternoon?'
| he asked
! "Two-thirty," answered Bendix.
Glow much of the stock is sub
| scribad in the reorganized street rail-
Wsgr'
| L got the report just before L came
ever
..Get ours on the market. Gum shoe
sales, but do it quick
who's to be soaked = Marley p,
| guessed BendM.
1.-The limit assented SIedge- "Ben-
| dix. what's the worst they could hand
me on that public funds case?"
1.-TWO or three years if they got you
| going,' Judged Bendix. That's dead
| now, however"
''It's back
HAS Feeder been talking?"
SleGge nodded.
"Who knows anything?'
"Glider-Aarlsy.
"Hlz211!' grunted Bendix in uncon-
you going to dap -
eau It"
''You don't mean 20 bring it to a
showdown protested Bend1x. I'VE
can't afford st with Lansda1e and. Blake
on the bench Judge I1ansdala espe-
cis1ly would part with his right arm
TO toss a harpoon into you
'CSst ..id of him.
81 don't see how worried Bendix.
We've tried for two years to get
something on him. He can't be reach
ed, and I don't think it's safe to beat
him up
Sledge pondered that matter weight
| ~ and sighed.
'+Give him big law job
eve haven't anything fat enough ex-
| cent the DistilIers, and R,.eaEZs.l:s'