The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-11-01

1he SenuneI had oVerStepped the boundary line between privileged | communication and criminal libel, and the owner of the paper was re- | sponsible.
 A Redwood trial before a Redwood l judge with a Redwood jury would probably give Blind Burts twelve months in the same county jail he had occupied for twelve hours. Milly billy thanked MT Willow ware Lewis across the chasm, and the shutters were never closed again. She accepted the flowers that she had found each morning in the basket car of the short-line and talked with him when he gave her infrequent op- portunity, but it wasn't the same as before she revealed her identity Then she had to worry over her fathers predictament. Burts would not talk of it to her. But he could not conceal his own fears of the out come.
 ward the primaries
 Bolton, working like a team of dray horses, was all over the city, day and night, talking and boosting He de- veloped great qualities as a public speaker.
 There was an unprecedented reg istratfon all through the city
 
 Monday. the day before the primar- ies. There was plenty for Burts to do in the city and I didn't congratu- late Moves on his policy of delay. He -Noyes-Blake, Hassler, and I din- ed with The Burts the Sunday eve ming before, with an after-dinner ses- sion oR ways and means in the f. brary.
 Milly billy hastened to her studio a Y1d hn xxrIr, to believe the wo1low-ware man could solve any problem and she wanted comforting.
 WEI. she called. q need you again"
 'Tm On my way. You Lady, he cried. starting for the zigzag stairs. ''Wait,' she laughed. 'it isn't so sudden as that I want to talk with you quietly. tell you about it." Shall I come to you?*" ''No. can talk at home, and you can't get to me here"
 She suggested his bungalow; she was curious to see the upside-down doors and the topsy-turvy floors
 I'll be at your door in half an hour" And Mlly billy hastened back to her guests.
 We had gone to the library. how ever, and were deep in the case, so we shooed her away. Bolton came a few minutes later and was shown into the library.
 T haven't more than five minutes" he said. ''I just ran in to tell VOL MT. Burts. that I'll fix up that rtpe, case of yours in the morning. Meet me at Judge Brunts court at ten, and we'll have 1t all over before noon."
 It was a much happier session that resumed discussion on Bolton's leav- ing. Try as they night none Of the attorneys could figure out anything they had overlooked. but they all gave implicit confidence to the prom fse of ButtlIn.
 The court at Redwood would be empty of their presence next morn ing, and for the first time in weeks the blind boss slept untroubled by dreams of prison cells.
 Mllly Dtlly snooped out of the house, down the street. and around the corner past Oscar Wort's and was just congratuIating herself when g big car turned into the curb, stopped and disgorged three huskies.
 M1lly billy dodged into the alley way and waited for the car to pull out- The men who had left 1t dis appeared into Oscars. and as the ma chne turned she got a glimpse of the tace Of a man who was sunk down in the corner Of the tonneau.
 W was Dan Whalen! When the car had sktdded around the corner, MilIy DllV climbed the zizag stairs ana found the wiIlow-ware man waiting on the halfway landing to guide her over certain architectural discrepan- ces in the last zig and gag
 It was largish room with scantv furniture mostly built in, lighted bv a brass lamp on a large center table. mere was an open face stove at one slde with a comforting coal fire. and two chairs were pulled before it.
 lie did not ask her to take off her hat and coat, but she did so. He re- n1ained standing, while she took the chair that was built of a barrel
 May I smoke?''
 Certainly. It may clear your mind And please sit down; I can't exp1atn while you stand. He lighted a nine and took the other chair. .sNoJp n she continued. Its like this. I've read all about t in the papers. and they have let things drop at home
 Crash! A great splntering of ola and smashing of wood as a heavy nro- Jectlle tore through window and shade knocking the lamp against the wall; then blackness. The door b1rst open In rush of heavy reer.
 Out of here! You Lady, run,u cried the willow-ware man. and there was the sound of blows. grunts. and curses, the breaking of furniture and the tramp1ing of shoes
 MiIly D.ly covered low in the bar- rel chair. The fight seemed to be right on top of her, and the barrel 1 rocked and swayed like a ship in a | storm
 She struggled to her feet. to be | hurled by violent impact against the | wall.
 w Hn her back against the wall, | Milly DiNy edged along it rnti1 she came to a door,
 She wasn't 2 bit panic-stricken. She might have walked out of the kitchen | door and escaped to the street easily, |