The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-11-25
(Contlnued From Yesterday.D

Night was creeping into the har- Dor when they rolled out upon the pier. The new ash DIanking was hid den almost entirely by long TOW or giant gray shales which extended the entire length of the pier. There ap- peared to be dozens of them, each apparently as large as a locomotive, each shrouded by a covering Of tar pauIin.
 Armstrong jumped to the ground and held out his hand to help Miss Callahan allght. He flung his arm proudly in the direction of the mass i've bu1ks.
 They came this morning. he eX- claimed Mss Callahan wondered at the throbbing note in his voice
 He unstrapDed the canvas from -he nearest one. and 1t slipped in rapid folds upon the ground. revealing the most enormous, the raizhtiest motor truck that Miss Callahan had ever gazed upon. It. suggested the war and battlefelds; she almost expected to see a blue-nosed howitzer protrud- ing from it's side. The mass seemed to extend yards and yards above neT.
 Peering down at the giant cogs and driving chains. Miss Callahan senscd for an interval the awe Of close con- tact with the triumphant progress of modern industry. The strong thick red wheels reached nearly to her chin. The body was black, the rich gIittering. bIue-bIack of a new loco motive and to Mics Callahan it looked even more Dows rfuL
 E'What a brutei" she murmured. What a monstrous brute!''
 ''Try the drivers seat suggested Armstrong eagerly. He lifted her bodily. and she climbed up out of his reach into what resembIed the cab of a 1ocomo otive. She sank back upon the thick cushions and examined the massive control levers.
 4 man in Overalls separated him self from the darkness and poked his head in the cab. Far below them the waters of the harbor glistened and rnurmured.
 Beg pardon. MT. Armstrong; he said. touching his cap as he saw Miss Callahan. "I thought you were strangers until saw your car. WeN, miss he demanded with professional pride, "how do you like my babies?''
 Armstrong introduced them.
 Every grown up babies.' comment ed Miss Callahan dry1y. Are you foreman of this outfit?'
 This is MT. Miller. superintendent of motor trucks. He's brought along three shifts of men to operate the trucks day and night during the en- tire milling season. 4 wing mas been added to the power plant to be used for a garage. That's central and it's convenient for charging the storage batteries, too"
 Miss Callahan nodded comprehend ingJy.
 ''AIr Miller. do they make trucks any larger than these?"
 Not for peace purposes" Miller replied. And they're stock trucks, too. Mir. Armstrong. can you give me any orders nOw?''
 '"Taloe your entire fleet to the Els tancia del Araio tomorrow afternoon,'' ,'' said Armstrong. "aud fill your gaso- line tanks. Then follow the road to the vistedas plantation and prepare to load. Vistedas is milling now. A steamer is due tomorrow night. I want you to have every bag of sugar out of the mMl by nidnight-to show what we can dO.'
 Miss Callahan took occasion as they swept from the road upon the cart path leading into the EstancIa del Arajo, to squeeze his arm for thrilling moment in the dark
 Do you mind my telling you" she said in a joyous voice, "that I think you're perfectly remarkable!"