The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-09-28
CHAPTER VII, tContinued)


 Half of my last dime went into the slot of the hotels automatic tele- phone. I got Jones on the wire.
 MT. Jones'" I fairly yelled in my enthusiasm, T want to know if Carey the boss MT. Hammi1 put out of pol itics, has a daughter?''
 Why, of course he has daughter answered Jones. 'Why do you ask such a question as that?"
 "1s she married or single?''
 3'Sing1e-mut why?'
 Do you suppose she or her old man would blow the roof off if I got a little love interest into this yarn by making her and the Governor lovers you get the idea? Sort of love and duty play? The girl or honest gov ernment? That would make real story
 "By George!" -Jones's exclama- ton sounded encouraging. Say, of course you're too cute to imagine that Carey's so far out of politics as most people think That whole scrap was grand-stand play, though Hammil didn't know it half the time. Carey's still lined up with the party or rid ing ahead of it. I rather think he'd stand it. But
 Where can I get you in about half an hour We'd better find out how the girl feels about it before we go in too deep. You've surely got the idea all right, if we can put it across. I'll call you up in half an hour" gave him the telephone number on the transnaitter, and then went out of the booth to await the call. did not have to wait half an hour. Jones. called up in twenty minutes Its all right he cried enthusias- ticaIly. "Gc to it''
 Say, what's the girls name?" I asked eagerly.
 ''Um-m-m" couldn't be sure whether he was trying to think of a name or to think whether to tell me. T couldn't tell you that, not right now. You don't want to know until morning anyhow, do you?''
 'I sure do," I answered. ''I've got to get this idea while it's hot in my brain. l expect to show up some time tom borrow with the first instau- ment written" 'tLordy!'' he yelled; ''is that the way you do it? Well - say - why don't you leave the name blank, or put in any name you like? We can change | that in the manuscript afterWard. if you're afraid of losing an inspiration > Two hours after that I had Ham, nils notes arranged in the order in which I would want some of them. A lot had tossed into the discard /. and was very doubtful of using half l had saved It was half past ten when I got out my old second hand typewriter set it up on the wash-stand. got the wash-bowl inverted over a chair to bring me high enough-and began to pound away. At half past four I drove my aching | fingers and aching brain to the "cur- 1 tain climax the startling discovery which would make the reader long for more.
 l l figured the result of thirty-five pages by three hundred and fifty 1 words per page I had enough for ! lnstalment one I toppled over into i bed
 | Then I worke up. I looked at the pile of manuscript I had erected last night I couldn't read it. But I knew what was in it. We'll, there was a 1 hundred and sixty-six bucks in it. That was down in the contract And | it would be enough to get me to New | York and keep me there a week or i two, while I got Jimmy Wilson to Introduce me to some editors and 1 chased around the movie studios to see if I couldn't phek up a job worth l twenty a week.
 Even my dire need of the money l could not lean any speed to the pain | fuI wear5some drudgery of shaving bathing and dressing myself. I stood | looking at the distressing picture ] | formed in the mirror. I was register | ing heavy tragedy by the reeI-ful1 Stiff and sore of body from yester- days tennis. Jagged of brain, from | last nights high-speed writing, I dragged over the road to the Cover nor's mansion, trudged it's long drive l got up its steps.
 1 Being sort of member of the house hold for the time ping, I walked 1 right in.
 | Moore" Jones shouted through the door of front room he used as an | office.
 His tone indicated long and none too patient waiting for me. He came hurriedly out.
 1 sFrer Heavens sake, get up to the
 Governors room before he bursts I've been telling him you would be