The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-11-16
By Peter B. kyne

can come through in thirty days with | the balance he owes, the boiler people l are goin' to libel the Maggie to pro- 1 tect their claim"
 MT. Gibney arched his bushy eye l manded.
 He was a-tellin' me.- MT. McGuf- l fey admitted weakly.
 Well, he wasn't a-te1lin' me-" MT Gbney's tones were ominous; he glared at his friend suspiciously as rom the Maggie's cabin issued forth Scraggy's voice raised in song
 Hello. The old boys thermome- ter's gone up. Bart; Listen at him. ! Somethin's busted the spell an PM bet a cooky it was ready cash.' He menaced MT. McGuffey with a rigid 1 index finger. 'Bart," he demanded. The honest McGuffey hung his i head. "A little bit." he replied child 1 ishly.
 What dye. call little bit?" Secured %
 He gimme his note at eight per 1 cent. The savin's bank only pays 1 four"
 "Is the note secured by endorse 'No"
 t-Hum-m-un. Strange you didn't say nothin' to me about this till I had to pIy IL out O you, Bart. Well, Scraggsy was feehn so dog goned b1ue-' ''The truth" MT. Gibney insisted firmly, +the truth, Bart.'' We'll, Scraggsy asked me not to say anythin' to you about it.
 Sure. He knew I'd kill the deal He knew better'n to try to nick me for three hundred bucks on his dang ed, worthless note. Bart, why'd you do it?''
 "oh; h-lI. Glib, be a good fe1ler," poor McGuffey pleaded. Don't be too hard on oP Scraggsy.'' We're discussin' you, Bart Pears to me you've sort O lost confidence in your old shipmate, ain't you? sneaky like''
 McGuffey bridled. ''I ain't a sneak.''
 A rose by any other named be Just as sweet" MT. Gibney quoted You poor. misguided simp. If you ever see that three hundred dollars again y0n'n be lot older'n you are now. However, that ain't none O. my that you consDired with Scraggsy to keep things away from me, which shows you ain't the man I thought you were, So from now on you go your way am I'll go mine'
 I got a right to do as I blasted please with my money.'' McGuffey defended hotly. 'rI ain't no child to be lectured to-
 the 1act that wouldn't have had the money, to lend If it hadn't been for me, I allow I'm 1nsulted when you use the said money to give aid an comfort to my enemy. I'm through
 McGuffey. smothered in guilt. felt nevertheless that he had to stand by ms guns, so to speak. Stay through, if you feel like it." he retorted, Where dye get that chatter? Amt I free. white. an twenty-one year old %
 MT. GIbney was really hurt. You poor boob" he murmured. Its the c.d game O settin' a beggar on horse back am seein' him ride to the devil, or slppin' a gold ring in a pigs nose An I figured you was my friendi"
 Well ain't I %
 "Feoey, FIooey! Don't talk to me. You'd sell out your own mother'' me?" "-'ii
 "No, but T would if I thought I wouldn't gel footrace instead" Gib- ney rejoined scathingly. "Cripes, Honest, Bart. when it comes to that sort O work Scraggs Is in his infancy You sure take the cake.''
 'I ain't got the heart to cIout you an make you net them works" MT McGuffey declared, sorrowfully.
 You mean you ain't got the guts,'' MT. Gibney corrected him. Bart, l got your number. Goodbye"
 MT McGuffey had a wild impulse to cast himself --Hon the Gibney neck and weep, but h-3 honor forbade any such weakness. So he invited MT. Gibncy to betake himself to region several degrees ho +ter than the Mag gie's engine room: then, because he feared to finger and develop a. senti- ment Il weakness, he turned his back abrul y and descended to the said engine room.
 (Continued Tomorrow)