The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-11-27
(Continued.)

Good enough! - Twenty -eight?- = should say nor-Hold on-No, of course it won't flivver-Read the re- port, man-No. I couldn't stand it Fire-call me every half hour Twenty-eight and a half now!- Didn't I tell you"
 Jim hung up the receiver and turn ed to me with theS till, tense look had come to know meant the excite ment of the game and the fever to win
 Did you hear that? It's up to twenty-eight and a half already - likely twenty-ndne by nov. We'll make killing. Anne a killing! By love, girl! you're going to be richt'
 He Hmped across the room with a sort of hop and skip, seized my hands in his, and balancing himself firmly on his strong left ankle. he twirled around in a Mttle pirouette that seem ed to bring out all his boyish sweet ness When he was in a. mood like that nothing Jim did could seem wrong to me. And when he held me off and began batting my shoulders with quick, staccato taps I began to feel as big a "kid" as my Jdmm1e-ooy.
 There were black thoughts ready to possess me, but I brushed them away. ] Of course. I couldn't push them off the rim of things and they lurked on the edge of my conscious ness-ready to bounce.
 Al Vests interest in your husband?" de- manded one.
 Was it her revelation that made Jim resign from Anthony Norreys e1n ploy and quarrel with you about it ?" whispered the second. But more insistent and nagging ! than either of these thoughts - threatening my desire to be as care free as Jim--waS- the third doubt that a<asiled me:
 "Where did Jim get his s5,oOo?" it kept insisting. 'sNho loaned your husband all that naoney?" Again the phone Jim dropped my hands and fairly vau1ted across the room.
 Careful. dear!" I cried
 Fortunately he didn't hear me. He wouldn't have liked my emotion. After 0 second he turned from the phone, white-faced and drawn.
 Has it gone - agaans. you - down." managed to ask calmly. '>Ntt-it's up to thfrty-three- We might as well have a. bit of lunch, Anne. Nothins'H happen down there for the next half hour"
 r. But I couldn't persuade Jim to cups Of scaltiing hot and bitterly strong tea. And he was back at the I phone again in a jiffy. ] '"rhirty-seven,' he reported a rsriHi- ute later. Mind if I don't help you with the dishes? I'&I run out for five 1 or ten rlinutes-breath of air. From two o'clock on I'll have a direct l wirc.''
 "A direct wirem1 cried: How i manage that! Run along. dear" = ! For a. moment it seemed to me that i Jim started at me with a. sertain hos tile in.entness as if to say You think 1 you're clever, don't you But I'll teH you nothing I don't want you to l knoFw.''
 But I dismissed my foolish fanciez. when he kissed me on the forehead 9 | second later and rushed pell-mell The phone didn't ring again until Jim returned ten minutes later. He took it up and reported, '*Forty-sis and going strong.
 Then he took his place in a chai1 he drew up within reach of the re- ceiver, and every five minutes he rose, took down the receiver ana
 Sisnaued some one who seemed + wait at the other end of the wire Fol
 almost an hour, Jim didn't speak tt
 ne-but sat crouching in his chai,
 near the black box of the telephone His face was gray and drawn, wit1 cheeks under glfttering eyes. I has seen him so before. This was wha :, gambling co-Id do to Jim. Wealtl might be coming to us; it might b.
 poverty and a heavy burden of deb
 we were facing. I was frightene,
 by Jim's aspect and manners that l dreaded either-both - anything W
 won in a gamble
 When next Jim spoke to me, i glanced involuntariIy at my watch. l ' was eight minutes past three. . 1T sold out my Saltwater Ola l sixty-seven,'' he said in a voice tha = was dead and flat. Then it rose t
 sudden exultatfon: We're started
 Anne-we're going to be rich. girl. B; And Jim and stared at each othe o - wondering, wondering. Wna , would money bring to us?
 CHAPTER CXxv.
 We stared at each other in silenc ! for a moment or two after that br;e exclamation of Jm'+"I sold out my