The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-27


 0,ei accommodation ladder, but quick hands drew 1t Gp. Evldently there was nothing to do but return once more to little old New York. He rested for a moment, trcading water, seeing dimly the tall homes of 1 the cave dwellers and over them the yellow glare of Broadway. Then he struck out. When he reached the shore and tufned the IAieth was all ready under way, moving slowly down the silver path of the moon. An old man was launching the padlocked row boat.
 "Great night for a swim" he re marked sarcastically.
 "L-lovely," chatterel Minor. Say, | do you know anything about the yacht that's just steamed out?" "Not as much as I'd like to. CGod to belong to man in Chicago. Yes terday the caretaker told me she'd been rented fer the win CT Seen him tonight in gin mill with money to throw to the birds. Looks funny to me-"
 "Thanksv
 Man came this afternoon and paint ed out her old name. Changed it to Lileth. Mighty suspicious"
 '"What was the old name?'
 .'The Lady Evelyn. If I was you I'd get outside a drink, and quick. Good l night" l As Minot dashed up the bank he | heard the swish of the old mans oars behind. He ran all the way to his rooms and, after hot bath and liquid refreshment suggested by the water man, called MT. Thacker on the tele- phone.
 Well, RichardY' the gentleman in quired. Sad news. Little Cupid's had a set back. Tossed into the Hudson when he tried to hoard the yacht that is talk ing Lord Narrowly south" "No! Is that soY' Mr. Thacker's tone was contemplati-e. "Well, Rich ard, the Palm Beach Special leaves at l midnight. Better be on it. Better go down and help the bride with her trousseau.' 4&
 .'Yes, sir. I'll do that. And I'll see to it that. she has her lamp trimmed and burning. Considering that her fa- ther's in the oil business, that ought not to be-
 1T can't hear you, Richard. What are you saying?" i Nothing er-Mr. Thacker Look up a yacht called the Lady Evelyn-Chi- cago men, think. Find out if he's rented it and to whom. It's the boat Narrowly went south on."
 "All right, Richard Goo4by, my boy. Write me whenever you need money Jephson must not lose"
 'Leave it to me. The Palm Beach Special at midnight And after that Miss Cynthia Meyrickv'
 No matter how swiftly your train has sped thfough the Carolinas and Georgia, when it crosses the line into Florida wasting languor overtakes it Then it hesitates, sighs and creeps across the flat yellow landscape like an aged alligator Now and then it stops completely in the midst of nothing, as who should say:i "You came down to see the south, didn't you? Well, look about you.'' EN
 The Palm Beach special on which 1 MT. Minot rode was no exception to this rule. It entered Florida and a state of innocuous desuetude at one and the same time. After a tremen | dous struggle it gasped its way into Jacksonville about 9 o'clock of the Monday morning following Reluctant | as Romeo in his famous exit from Ju liet's boudoir, it got out of Jackson vile an hour later And San Marco was just two hours away according te that excellent book of light fiction SC widely read in the south-the time I table.
 i It seemed to Dick Minot that he had been looking out of car window fol