The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-12-06
CHAPTER, V.
Mfr and Mrs Clarke Pollard

Mfr and Mrs. Clarke Pollard.
 From the afternoon train from the East there descended at West Gap one br.de, one groom, four travelling salesnen. and two local merchants "nturnfn" from their fall trip to New York. Drawan urD beside the station nlatform were three Ford touring oors whose eager drivers would take YOU to any part of the city for a quar- ter, and the bus from the Mfllett Touse. Toward the latter MT and Mrs Clarke Pollard and the four -r-"Tra7in1r sa1ee0oen n7ade their way.
 The NilIett House was an example of the frequent anomaly in small mid dLewestern cities. a first rate hotel.
 On the following day the PoIIa rds read n the Morning Review:
 MT. and Mrs. Clarke Pollard of New York. N. Y, are now registe cred at the MiIIett House. Mir Pollard was form erly a resident of this city and now occupies a responsible office with the Superior Trust Company one of the leading financial instttu lions of the East. MT Pollard has many friends here. who are glad to see him in our midst again. It is understood his visit has to do with way Company"
 
 greeted Clarke Pollard that morning. It made a great impression on Lucy this old home week stuff. as Pollard called it.
 It looked as if the newly marrs ed couple were in for a round or s0craI gaiety.
 And how we're going to get by on three dollars and f1fty-nine cents is more than can see" said Lucy du- biously- Gan you get anything at the bank on your block of railway bonds?"
 ''DoubtfuI,'' said Pollard. ''No one knows better than old Burgess how wabbly they are. He wouldn't lena anyth ng on 'em. And besides, I don't want these folks to know Pm out of a job. I can't afford to let 'em think I'm broke. I've got to do a little blufing. If we can squeeze by two or three weeks, things will come out all right
 Pollard went up the steps Of the small, square building next the car barns. where were maintained the headqua rters of the W. c. & R B. Hallway Hardly had he opened the door when a clerk looked up from q desk and sang out:
 Hello. Clarke PoTard,"
 How're you. Ben? Say, who's boss around here?"
 William D. Wilton Want to see him?"
 Ben disappeared through the door of Wilton's private office, returning in a moment and beckoning to the visitor.
 MT. Wilton," sad Ben. 'fthis is MT Pollard, one Of our bondh elders. Hes connected with one of the big New fork banks and he's in town to see if there's any financial assistance ne can lend the road to get us out of the hole.''
 Wilton was exceedingly polite. Inn mediately Clarke Pollard recognized a personality of considerable force, a gIip. persua sive salesman not over scrupulous, certainly not sincere.
 Pollard stayed only 9 few n1InuteA- He asked a few quest ons which Will ton answered or parrted skilfully; a nd he answered or parried a few ques- tions asked by the "a lroad men. On the surface there was nothing Dur smiling affabiiity.
 After returning to the hotel ana having luncheon with Lucy. the fla nous New York banker spent the balance of the day at the little desk in their room. He covered so many she=ts of paper with writing and fig ures that he had to ring for more stationery three times before supper
 What are you doing. honey?" ask ed Lucy sweetly.
 I'm figuring out how to rehnance the ". G. and R. B.
 Goodness! On three dollars ana hfty-nine cents?'
 Clarke paid no attention to this delicate bit of repartee. He looked