The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-08-23

So he went down to the Darbr- l shop and had his hair cut, anu was l and he even had his nails fixed at l the barber's suggestion. Then he l went up to his room and donned a l dark suit that he had picked up in 1 Chicago, and a silk shirt, and patent 1 leather shoes
 The clothes were ready-made ones, hux they looked astonishingly we'll on l him, because he was big and we'll l built, and because he had a certain l swaggering grace that was attractive.
 He dined by himself in a restaurant where he compared all the women that he saw with Lorah-to their everlasting disadvantage. And on his way out he caught sight of the flor ist's stand and shipped her a huge bouquet of orchids, because he found out they were the most expensive flowers to be had.
 And at seven-thirty he set off again for her house.
 It was quite near. so he walked, and long before he reached it the lighted windows brought him sense of comfort.
 He made sure that she would be in this time, and that he would soon be face to face with her-perhaps in that gold and green room into which he had peeped that afternoon. And he wondered if she would be all in white and silver again, with her shoulders bare beneath her scarf, and her white skin gleaming, and her gray eyes shinging and her bright hair in a great coil on her meek And he wondered If she would hold out bo&h hands to him as sheE had done that night on the train, and If she would smile faintly. just barely open ing her lips.
 He was in a. fever of excitement and expectation as he mounted the steps and soundeo the knocker. But the first words of the darky as he opened the door. plunged him in gloom.
 "She ain't home, sah." said the but Ter, recognizing him. Hasn't she been home since I was here before?" asked John Bolt 'tNo sah, answered the servant. Doesn't she usually come home to dinner?"
 NO sah." answered the darky; "she don. sahi''
 When does she usually come home | then?'' asked John Bolt. The negro scratched his white head. l f'That's had to say, sah," he ad- l mitted at last. Mos usually not til late. sah!"
 1 1 m morning, then," suggested John Bolt | anxiously.
 "Yes, sah.'' said the butler, '-but she 6on' neveh git up still noon, sah." l Then if I come at noon I'll eaten | herr"
 l 1T can't say that. sah." replied the i darky. ''Mis' Waring mos gen'Iy go l out fo' Iuncheon!'' | "In other words.'' said Bolt, '.you I 1,a
 likely to find her at home?'' | NO, sah, I habn't.'' admitted the butler. Sorry, sah" | He prepared to close the door. Hold on there," said John Bolt 1 Tn that case I'dl come in ana wait'' | And in he walked. practically fore 1 ing the darky out of his way by treading upon the servants foot when he would have intervened. ! Laws a mercy, sah!'' gasped the i negro, backing up. Bolt sympathetically, hinging himself l into a seat in the hall. l The butler scratched his head and hesitated. Plainly ne was disturbed.
 'sMis' Warin won't be a comin' in 'tif neah mo nin',, sah," he said warn | ing1y.
 "I'll wait until she does come 1n,.- ] oiio OOIiH 6Oll SrbInly. | The servants uneasiness was leno- ing color to a idea that had popped
 into his head-the idea that Lorah
 Waring really was in the house and | was disinclined to see him.
 This attitude on her part, if it was
 true, was likely to arouse his ire. He
 meant te find out definitely if he had
 to sit there in that chair all night
 "I'll wait" he added, Eff it be one | t,0 !,
 or later she's bound to come home, ] | guess.''
 | "1 reckon so," admitted the butler l He moved off slowly to the rear of
 the house. still scratching his head
 and so disappeared.
 John Bolt waited.
 A few minutes collapsed, then a col
 ored maid came out and ascended the
 stairs after glancing interested1y al
 the visitor. He gave her glance for glance.
 She vanished John Bolt still wait | ed.
 l The colored butler returned and
 stood uneasily by the hearth watch Ing the man in the big chair. Neither
 spoke. The clock, ticking on the stairs
 created the only protest against the
 stiffness.
 John Bolt drew out a cigar and | LShted It. Ana moment later the negro maid come down the stairs.
 Mrs. Waring will see you, sah, ,
 she announced quietly when she
 reached the bottom
 Mrs. Waring?" repeated John Bolt T thought she was not t homs?"
 That was a mistake, sah." sai6 , the maid.
 "Oh! That was a mistake, eh?" ht
 rose and moved toward the stairs
 Am l to go up?" he asked.
 Yes, sah. Joshua, show MT . Bolt the wayl"
 "Yes, sah!' said Joshua promptly. s He preceded John Bolt with 1itt1t nod up the staircase, around the bend and on up to the second floor. There
 at the end, of the little hallway. he ] | threw open a door with a great flour l fsh and announced: MT. Bot, Mis- wartng!"