The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-09-28

 written about him.
 Hell probably die when he hears it," l responded. "Got that aronatic ammonia where you can use it quicy- -y?"
 He hurried me upstairs.
 .Moore's here" he called through the panels as he rapped on the door of Hamnail's room
 '.I've been waiting for you," Ham, mil said as soon as we were in. Then he gave an explanation of his anxfe- ty. You see, the time is growing short. If we should have to get an- other man to do the writing. it's ne cessary to get him quickly. Did you finish the first instalment?"
 He was still in bed. had under stood when I came that he would leave Mi.lvillle Manor two days after my arrival and go up to the capitol. I had guessed that his sickness would stop that for the time being. You may read it me-" he said. 'NThis is my mapping time. and I al- ways lie down. The doctor won't let me read in bed. I'll rest while you read.''
 began It was an effort to use my voice I hoped he'd begin to howl soon, and save me reading the whole thing. I went through two paragraphs in which I had disposed of child hood and youth for which he had given me fifty pages of notes I started the next paragraph to show him that was all the youngster stuff he would get.
 He gasped. I gave him a chance TO talk.
 You think that's all we'd better give to my early years?" he asked rncekly.
 "WeH,'' answer ], 'the editors tell me they never buy kid stuff except from authors they don't dare turn down"
 He nodded acc essence in my su- perior opinfonl I took a little courage and read on for a couple of pages more to the next spot where I had begun to wander from his text
 I heard a slight move, and paused for another objection. It didn't come. Hammi1 was merely sitting up stra1ghter in bed.
 It took me three-quarters of an hour to finish. As I read, my own enthusiasm for what I had done came back. I didn't care whether he liked it or not. It was good stuff It was worth having written even if my plan for making a story of it and selling it as fiction should fail
 ''Is that all you have written?' The expected cataclysm came in that mild form. His voice was eager. excited. enthusiastic
 That's nearly thirteen thousand worlds I said. ''The story is to run only thirty-five. It makes a com plete instalment all right" How soon can you get the next one done?"
 ''Oh.in a couple of days" grunted wearily. I'm pretty tired now"
 Well, it's certainly the real goods. MT. Moore" Jones interposed now. 1T don't mind saying I'm delighted with it. Hammil announced. s'I really was a trif1e dubious about this idea of having another man do my autobi- | ography. But I can see now its the right thing. You've got into the spirit | of the story; you've seen under the | notes I wrote and understood me al- | most better than could understand
 me almost better than I could under stand myself. I'm free to admit that I've never been able to express my | longings and aspirations in words as YOU have done. whatever I may have l tried to accomplish in deeds" If l hadn't been too tired I would have laughed. HammiI actually im- agined he was half as good as I had painted him!
 You have another copy, haven't you he now inquired. | No I wrote 1t too fast to stop for carbon sheets" I told him. i He looked disappointed.
 Well need more than one. The l copyrghting, you know. If you'll
 leave that here I'll have typisr | make the copies. though" He wanted it to read himself The l kind of boy he was had stood a whole i day before the mirror to admire him. self in his first pair of long pants | Now he wanted a mirror in which to | admire himself in his new life. T can go on without this,' I told | him, and gave up the manuscript He held it a moment before he could re. sign it to Jones.
 Tell Miss Ravens to make a dozen copies of it," he ordered "And-of l course, fill in that name f1rst'' By the way. I was to have half 1 the money for that first insta lment when finished" I now interjected. Jones, the lawyer, woke up. He | eyed me critically.
 If it was not acceptable" he pe- | spoke the terms of the contract But Han1nil came to my rescue. He was too tickled with my work 10 con- l sider business sharpness | "Oh, give him some money. Jones" |" . MT. Moore, therell be a bonus of five hundred if you can finish this inside a week-beeping up this style of 1 course.'' | "Why-thank you" I sasped l Hammil looked better 10 me than I
 had dreamed he could just then I never disliked money, anyhow; and ]
 never had wanted to get rich worse 1 than right now. And every little five | hundred would help. l "Tll bring the check to your room, ' l Jones promised
 And I retired thitner As enter | ed I turned my eyes toward the low
 ridge opposite and centered my gaze | on the biggest house it contained I went to work once more. My 1 wearness had fallen away entirely, | My head had cleared I got them to let me stay at the
 mansion that night Alice had said | she couldn't play tennis. I must wart