The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-09-29
CHAPTER VIII. (Continued)

| Desperation. A reply to my note was awaiting me at the Governors. It had come by mail My hands trembled as I tore | open the envelope. They trembled l more when I had read: | Dear Mir. Moore: Your are forgiven. Sorry I can't ask you to play tennis again. l am very busy. By the way, father says there is no reason for. our remaining incoginto any longer. and you may address me by my full name here | after.
 1 He wishes you to come out and see l him this evening if possible. I rgret that I shall not be at home. II Very sincerely yours,
 ALICE CARY. | I stared at that signature. It seem ed to form a fitting climax for the note, Alice Carey-her father was the boss, she was the daughter. I was | the suspectible goat whom they had got to do what they wanted done at the price of few pennies. She prob- ably thought I had finished the auto- biography by now.
 Yes, I saw 1t a11-Carey didn't care how badly Hammil was made to talk about him in front of the curtain, so in the office.
 | Afraid of me at the beginning, he and Alice had kept me from knowing 1 their name because they were then afraid I would be influenced and write without the feeling I had been showing. They had judged my tenn perament. Judging human natures was the stock in trade of one of them, and the instinct ol the other. Duped and then dumped-that was l where I stood.
 I put a piece of paper in my type writer about half. past five and tried to go on with the job of writing Ham mills fool life. I would give it the l happy ending, in outward event at least-the true one, it seemed with love for the great Governor and right l eousnesS triumphing over loyalty to her parents and his iniquities! 1 might as well. He had the girl any | how.
 And I certainly didn't care fourteen and seventy dollars worth about the | people of this State who couldn't re- | form themselves without the aid of such as had met in it. I had collect ed thirty dollars thus far, and could have the rest. I would get it.
 And then, just as I got my paper into place and began forming the first sentence in my mind, one of the men came in to say I was wanted | on the telephone immediately. He led straight into HammiPs main of | flee, where there was the most sound proof booth have ever run across. | 'Is that you?" cautiously asked a voice.
 I was not quite sure I recognized it.
 This Is Moore, I answered.
 Well, this is Governor Hammil, ,'' the voice announced. | It sounded just a shade thick. ! "Yes?" I answered non-commit- tally
 Say, Moore" came now to con vince me, however, that the autobio- graphy you've written-it's all got to be changed"
 What? ?" I aimed to put enough outraged indignation into the syllable to let his excellency know he was in for paying me for my work and then some.
 "Oh. I'll fix up the money part all right came back to me. ''I11 make it twenty-five hundred for the whole job if you get it to suit me, and pay you half of it right away for what you have done."
 This certainly sounded liberal enough. I could surely afford to con- sider it.
 What is it you want changed so badly?" I asked.
 | ''Why-all the stuff about Carey and his daughter-haz got to come out. I-there are sevEral reasons . why I don't think it will be best to print that just now. -
 Tomorrow morning. You'll do it. then?
 "IlI have to tell you tomorrow morning whether I can or not"
 It was clear beyond me to see, for a thousand dollars or ten cents any other interesting story that could be made of HammiTs history. | But I could see-or thought I could see-what had happened behind the back-drop. Carey did care. He wasn't willing to have his name published as that of a deep-dyed villain taking : candy from the States children, aol the water from its parched lips.
 He had come down on HammiI And Hammil must have owned UT that he was not the author and told that was. That accounted for Alice's note. That accounted for Carey's wish to see me. And it suddenly struck me that the ,, safest way to interview Carey was by telephone. He was an awfulIy bis man. I'm no baby myself but he could almost have got a living as z shows giant. Anyhow, telephonine couldn't hurt. I tried and succeeded in getting. him. MT. Carey,'' I said, this is MT Moore.''
 Coming over tonight ?" he asked me in a voice so enthusiastically eager that it could hardly have been as : suned.
 'I'm afraid I can't" I spoke eau | tious1y.
 . Well, when can you come?" h, 1 instantly demanded. "I want to tall
 with you soon I as can, I've jus been reading the rest of what you'v | written for Billy Hammil I want t i congratulate you. I wanted to tel
 you of some more work you can d. Ia little better work that that. Ant III l wanted to say, that, if you wan
 to stick in this State, and can keel on with this. line, I'll have you any $ thing you want to be as fast you cal i, qualify by residence. You're slate, h for Governor inside of ten years, d you'll follow the program"