The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-11-27
Dreams Af1re
 BY LORING BRENT

to fight blndly, ae 1t seemed evl- ! dent that Armstrong desired him 10 q O. Without pausing in his quick baIano- ing. Armstrong suddenly shot out his left arm. The hrs- lodged with a smack in one of the pouch-IIke eyes . here was rustic Of approval from the voranda.
 Amador gruuted. drew In his fists rocked an Instant. and let them fly Armstrong drOpped-tho fists meet tr@ emptily over his hsaE. while he drove two leaden blows into hmldor's peuuch. The Cuban reacheG for him. and they grappIed- The planters 5abbered aDpreciattveIy as they -truG- gIed, srunGus and panlrg, un and down and across the compound. Twice they stumbled and nearly sprawIed. Back and forth they swayed. Once. when Arms-rgur was forced irreslstibIy agaius- The rail Ing of the yerauda. he uaaglr q glimpse Of Miss Callahan's white race rhrOUhg the sweat that stroawel over his eyes. Re felt a sharp paus an his neck. Amador had bitten him,
 fingered himself, Armstrong fore loose from the Cuban's embrace. struggling free Doubling his nsrs. he drove him in a batterinE tatto through his opponents guard Anna dor weakened perceptibIy. He trIer to retreat, but the mercuess fists rained upon him harder. At length with a. deliberate, smashing upperCu-. the force of which seemed to lift tho Cuban completely from the ground. Armstrong wound up the fight. Am ador fell Hmply Armstrong looked down at him for an instant ana grinned. Then Tsegarra came over
 "Amador, I am sorry-onIy for your future. We gave you your oppor- tunity. and you have spoiled it. Senor Armstrong - He hesltated.
 ''Amador,' said Armstrong s-owEy. "Guanatara Valley isn't big enough to hold both of US. Your time is up. Tomorrow morning, if you're nor aboard an outbound train -"
 But my plantatlon-nly railroad 20 demanded Amador In a panic
 ''The planters will buy them Your property will be appraised fairly. and you will be paid promptly in cash"
 But my cane-rny new cane."
 Cash, too. for that, snapped Arm
 AnadOr seemed to limp as he crept down the cart-path to the black road
 Night had fallen when Armstrong. leaving the planters to discuss the afternoons remarkable events. climb ed into the gray roadster and snapped on the headlights. As he sank back in the leather cushions, a large indis- tinct mass thundered down the rOat1 in the direction of the Vistedas plauta- ton. A slim, wraithIilze figure crept out of the darkness to his side Miss Callahan climbed in beside him and adjusted her goggles.
 Lets go to SoIano hill" she said.
 They rolled down the cart-path to the road, proceeded along the valley through La Pintura, left the car at the base of the hill, and climbed to the crest.
 Far below them the lights of La Pintura twinkIed A gentle night breeze stirred in the palm fronds. Overhead. the southern sky seemed quiet and mysterious. with stars like powdered crystal. At length the rap lure of the soft night their ioneI1- ness. drew them together
 As they watched the dark Of the valley was suddenly pierced by a glowing chain of lights bIossomIng far in both directions until it seemed to be swallowed by the velvet nigny.
 Armstrong dropped his arm gently across her shoulders.
 'They are cOming!'' said he
 A pulsing note in the valley grew louder, Quickened to ponderous throb; and a great elongated bodv pounded over the road under then. Again Miss Callahan experienced the awe of contact with the mighty forces of industry.
 With UnsIackened speed 1t thun- dered past, a brilliant searchIight HnE7ring out the roadway ahead The throboinE decreased. Then silence fell. Armstrong followed the black mass dreamiIy until 1t flashed from view under a far-away light.
 Dreamer of dreams" said Miss Callahan tenderly, "are you contcnt~ 
 ''Ever since that afternoon. months ago - began Armstrong.
 Your dreams ir+er-l5-+az Mise Callahan, with a deep. soul absorb ing sigh, have such wonderful way of coming true."
 THE END
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