The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-03-06
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to have to extend the time set for the | ultimate diversion. The days were l flowing like oil. The encampment was i filling up with visitors, newspaper men ] who came to report the spectacular 1 capture of the river.
 Richards day badly begun, piled up l with vacations. By sundown, he was i wet to the skin, and mad as n sick Ari- | zona cat.
 In this Jaundiced 1uncture, Mac Lean, Jr., brought down his dispatches to the river. He read of the burning | of a trainload of railroad ties. Rlckard | swOre |
 Anything else pleasant?"
 "A letter from the governor-from i dad" MacLean read that hIs father begged small favor of Rickard.
 Godfrey, the celebrated English tenor is on my hands. His doctors have been advising outdoor occupa- ton. I am sending him to you, ask ing you to give him any job you may have. He is willing to do anything. Put him at something to keep him oc- cupied."
 N1acLean saw Richards face turn red. Suffering cats! 4 worn-out opera singer! What sort of an opera does he think we're giving down here? Why doesn't he send me a fur coat, or a pair of girl twins? Give the tenor a rOlel Anything else? Pile 1t all on."
 "Oh, and one from Godfrey himself. Hes in Los Angeles. He says he'll be here tomorrow" He did not wait for his chiefs reply.
 At the supper table, Rickard, dry and in restored humor, alluded to tthe invasion of high notes. Pity the parts are all assigned! The only vacancy is in the kitchen. I wonder how he would like to be understudy to Ling!" The next day when the incident had been forgotten, and while Rickard was up at the Crossing on the concrete gate, Godfrey blew into camp. He was like a boy out on a lark. Ills brown eyes were dancing over the ad- venture. He explored the camp and came back bubbling.
 Its the biggest I ever saw. But say, Junior, that's what they call you, isn't it? I'm the only idle man here. Can't you give me something to do? I'll do anything. I'd like the boss to find me busy when he comes tn."
 BIacLean softened the offer. Perhaps until Mir. Godfrey learned the ropes he could be of general use. They were ! shOrt-harGed the present moment there was another hesitation-in the kitchen! Ling, the Chinese cook, was overcrowded-so many visitors
 Great" crowed Godfrey, skipping him on the shoulder. q don't want to feel in the way. I want to earn my board. Lead me to the cook i''
 That evening" the dinner was helped on it's way by the postpaid singer of England. In an apron, borrowed of Ling, he was having the time of his life" Ling, pretending to scoId, had been won immediately. RiCkard, hear ing of the jolly advent forgot his vex- ation, and immediately on his return
 made his way to the mesquit tnclosure
 to greet the friend Of George Mac Lean.
 After dinner, MacLean carried off
 his prize to the Delta, where Godfrey
 earned his welcome Gerty Hardin for got to firt with the engineers; she had discovered q new sensation. The wonderful voice twisted her heart
 strings it told her that the heart that has truly loved never forgets, and she knew that she could never have really , loved, yet, because the youth in her veins was whispering to her that she , could still forget. Godfrey saw q mo-
 bile plaintive face turned up to the , gibbOus moon; he swept it with thrills , and f1ushes. She was a wonderful au-
 dience; she was also his orchestra, the , woman with the plaintive eyes. He , played on her expressions as though she were a harp.
 s Later he was presented to Mrs.
 Hardin. She told him that the camp
 would no longer be dull; ]; that she had
 tea every afternoon in her ramada. - She convicted him archly of British ? hood. "She knew he must have his r. aI'
 k The Dragon Scores.
 Q The Palmyra was once again on its s siding. Marshall was at the front again; having made another of his - swift dashes from Tucson. This time he expected officially to close the gate - Claudia was with him. She never left = the car, unless it were to step out to . the platform to see what she could . from there of the river work.
 You American women are the won. ders of the world Nothing daunts you ' In the desert, and you give afternoon teas. I'll be there every. dayi"
 He gave her open admiration; she : looked young and wistful in her soft 1 flowing mulls, the moonlight helping u her. She fell into a delicious furry o1
 nerves and excitement. Later, shE :, wandered with him from a rude gaping world into heaven of silvered decks
 and gleaming waters. He told her o1 ; himself, of his loneliness; his music ' had dropped him to self-pity.
 Gerty Hardin heard her bars dror
 behind her. She snatched her firs l. glimpse of freedom.
 (Continued Tomorrow.)